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Draw your otp <3
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toms-topic · 2 months
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Things you didn't know ab me:
1. I am not the sunshine
2. I am a willing victim of a cannibal
3. I'm half human and half machine
4. I'm Lance Armstrong (you're the necromancer tho)
5. I'm the Ruler of Everything
6. I'm the only one on your AM Radio
7. I am not the moon at night
8. I got shamed for claiming friends from either perspective of &
9. I won't hurt you unless you cheat
10. My friends are saying I have a undiagnosed mental illness
That one isn't a song reference they think i need a psychiatrist.
11. I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between
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nemfrog · 6 months
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The final struggle between good and evil. Hell before death. 1908.
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writerbuddha · 6 months
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The central lesson of Yoda’s teachings is that an “evil person” simply means, "person who is under the sway of fear, anger, hate and aggression and is suffering and spreads suffering as a result." It happens because these feelings and emotions within you are not challenged by your compassion and wisdom and patience. Anakin Skywalker became Darth Vader because of his attachment: the fear of losing a person he wants to have, because he feels, he would be unhappy without her. Star Wars tells us, “evil” is not excusable, but understandable and comprehensible. If you understand and comprehend it, you can deal with it and keep it under check, not just within, but without. And if you fail to understand and comprehend it, that is the path to become "evil." This is not "space magic" practiced by "space wizards." This is simply how life is.
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nobeerreviews · 2 months
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There's always a balance, you know. Good and evil. Light and shadow. We would not be human if there wasn't a balance.
-- Robert Jordan
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brightvoid · 18 days
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Ana Rone
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Elihu Vedder (1836-1923) "Soul in Bondage" (1891-1892) Oil on canvas Symbolism Located in the Brooklyn Museum, New York City, New York, United States
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beebopboom · 4 months
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something about God kicking Adam and Eve out of the garden for gaining the knowledge of good and evil
and Angels and Demons having very black and white thinking about the subject
and Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s character arc being about leaning into those shades of gray
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pratchettquotes · 9 months
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The wages of sin is death but so is the salary of virtue, and at least the evil get to go home early on Fridays.
Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
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smashpunk · 9 months
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the last one is bora
tal y rats
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prolifeproliberty · 8 months
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Why does God allow evil to exist?
Jesus presented another parable to them, saying, “The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a man who sowed good seed in his field. But while his men were sleeping, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat, and went away. But when the wheat sprouted and bore grain, then the tares became evident also. The slaves of the landowner came and said to him, ‘Sir, did you not sow good seed in your field? How then does it have tares?’
And he said to them, ‘An enemy has done this!’ The slaves said to him, ‘Do you want us, then, to go and gather them up?’ But he said, ‘No; for while you are gathering up the tares, you may uproot the wheat with them. Allow both to grow together until the harvest; and in the time of the harvest I will say to the reapers, “First gather up the tares and bind them in bundles to burn them up; but gather the wheat into my barn.”
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭13‬:‭24‬-‭30‬ ��NASB
“But God is perfect and all powerful, why can’t He get rid of the evil without harming the good?”
Because the evil isn’t just “bad people” among us. The evil is in our own sinful hearts. To get rid of evil, He would have to get rid of us too.
In our Baptism, in Confession and Absolution, in hearing the Gospel, and in Holy Communion, we receive the forgiveness of our sins won for us by Christ on the cross. But while we live here on earth, we still live with our sinfulness - though we are no longer slaves to it (Romans 6).
When Christ returns on the Last Day, then we can finally be resurrected in our glorified, perfected bodies and live with Him without sin and all its consequences. That will happen - just in God’s timing, not ours.
It may feel like we are waiting a long time and suffering under the weight of evil in this world, but when we are in the world without end, this life will seem like a distant memory, a blip compared to eternity.
Almighty, everlasting God, Your Son has assured forgiveness of sins and deliverance from eternal death. Strengthen us by Your Holy Spirit that our faith in Christ may increase daily and that we may hold fast to the hope that on the Last Day we shall be raised in glory to eternal life; through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.
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Draw your squad
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I finally saw the Dark Crystal (1982) last night. What a wonderful story of bravery and shadow integration, simple yet powerful. Brian Froud's beings always amaze me. December is going to be full of magic.
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nemfrog · 9 months
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The autobiography of Satan. 1872.
Internet Archive
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devilish-parrot · 2 months
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each option includes every version of it, eg: miracle musical includes hawaii part ii, hawaii partii, variations on a cloud etc
reblog for bigger sample size :3
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palindrome-alt · 4 months
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Kieran Snippet (12.30.2023)
Pulling a chunk of obsidian flake from his satchel, he looked about for a good rock. Nothing too sharp, nor heavy, something sturdy enough to fleck the edges of his blade in the making.
Following the riverbed, he opted to remain alongside the pebbles so to keep his boots clean.
Conifer trees reached heights way above the brook he trailed, encroaching on the corners, greedy for space. Sharp needles poked out as teeth trying to snare his sleeves for refusing to walk in the shallows where crayfish and dewbugs skittered.
It was unusual, seeing these creatures.
There were no Pokemon here.
Much like you, they seemed missing from the surrounding wilds that eerily stayed quiet and chilling, unlike the forests he'd once snuck off to when he was a boy. He thought he was alone then. Now he hears the starving silence.
Now he knows what alone really is.
He knows what he did. You were friends. You were the only person in the world who would willingly throw themself directly into the portal bent on consuming him for his hubris, after he spent years clawing his way into Paldea's center like a monster that belonged in that hell crater. You took his place, and then you left him behind. All he wanted was a means to one up you, that whole time.
You wanted for nothing. The world willingly offered it up to you as he withered, always neglected. Always empty. He grew up, he grew old. It passed him by agonizingly slow. His hair unkempt and wild, he'd slice off with his new knife. Having been stuck in that lab for so long, he'd lost track of time and forgotten about the hair that almost dragged along the scattered documents strewn across the floor. Researcher, he'd studied at various universities for years. Anything for a scrap of knowledge. It was all just a ruse. His yellow slits for eyes should have blown his cover. Hands littered with white scars. He got them before he came here, long before, but he'd earned more after tearing through the fabric of reality with a broken machine to travel here. Now they were fresh, now they were aggravated. These hands have grasped and pulled at things they never should have ripped out of your hold. How they have betrayed you. The other world. It beckoned to him like his own once called to you. He didn't know. How could he? You never told him. You never acted like anything had been amiss. You were just so happy to be alive that he couldn't see what was wrong. What was different about you. Why everything insidious felt pulled to you like a magnet. Why he felt pulled to you with such fervor. Two sides of the same coin. Heads and tails. If this harsh world could birth something as pure as you, then surely even his gentle upbringing could spawn something as vile as him.
How something in him snapped at how you weren't satisfied, though you won against him in every category. Looking down at his reflection in the water, up at the colorless sky, he doesn't recognize the scruffy mass of hair that stares back at him. He feels around in his satchel for what little he has left. You never belonged here. Something beyond you both must've realized that too. But you didn't belong with him, either. Even if he somehow finds you, if he's even on the right continent, in the right place, in the right point of time, there's a chance neither of you can both return home.
Because logically, he knows. That two sides of the same coin can never face each other.
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