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victusinveritas · 2 months
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madamserpentessa · 8 months
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“The fruit was never an apple”
Max Svabinsky, (1873-1962)
“In Paradise” circa 1918
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cuprumbao · 7 months
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angel plumbers
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pastadoughie · 4 months
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sticksandsharks · 11 months
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demonology // angelology
names & bases in image description.
some sticker sheets I hope to have for MCM London later this month!
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naomistares · 2 months
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harrowhark has suffered more than jesus
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cat-cosplay · 4 months
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Be Not Afraid
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foone · 4 months
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How come no young earth creationists go searching for the tower of babel?
Like, people have legitimately tried to find Noah's ark, which was made of wood. Yes I know you only believe the world is 6000 years old or whatever, but do you understand how dry rot works? Do you know how hard it would be to find pieces of a boat from several millenia ago?
And the Garden of Eden! You aren't supposed to be able to go there, but how could you even find it? A few centuries of neglect and it's gone, let alone millenia.
But the tower of babel? That was made of brick, by humans. God only stopped the workers from finishing it, they don't blow it up or anything. It should still be there! Go find it, young earth creationists!
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soyochii · 5 months
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2am satosugu if you even care🙄
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ultrainfinitepit · 6 months
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Trio of Rat Kings
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danibee33 · 3 months
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*ahem* Simon “Ghost” Riley (that’s it, that’s the whole post)
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cath-lic · 15 days
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“god created them male and female” WRONG. CURSE OF GALATIANS 3:28 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️‼️‼️‼️‼️
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sergle · 8 days
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angels
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feluka · 5 months
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If you're asking "why are western christians not condemning the bombing of palestinian churches?!" I would highly recommend researching and reading up on the term "Biblical Orientalism"; it's the same reason European and American missionaries have attempted to "convert" the already Christian Arab population.
If you've already figured out that the answer is racism, you'd be right, but I would still recommend reading about biblical orientalism if only to fully understand this specific flavor of racism, how it affects Christian Palestinians, and how it is weaponized in the context of Zionism.
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oceantornadoo · 1 month
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simon riley being in love but he actually just doesn’t know it.
he finds himself restocking your favorite tea, watching from afar as your eyes sparkle in the morning. he saves your favorite spot on the common room couch, equidistant from the kitchen and the tv, fending off recruits with a hard glare. during movie nights his arm is already around the back of the couch when you sit down, so it’s only natural you rest your head on it. a little ritual between the two of you, masked in the darkness of the room, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair as he tries not to drown on your scent. when soap makes a comment about simon having a work wife, simon can’t stop imagining you with a veil in your hair and vows on your lips. his eyes start to zero in on your empty ring finger, trying to imagine your reaction if you both just skipped the dating and he got down on one knee in the morning. you’re it for him and he’s just playing the long game, trying not to crumble when you mention drunk make outs you’ve had at the bar or lamenting your never ending quest for love to the task force. his accidental grips on your waist get more frequent, his hard stares turning impossibly softer when he sees you at morning training, that determined look always clear on your face. he starts coming to your room, stopping by just to tell a joke or see your smile. he tells you to call him simon in private, and thinks that a meteor could strike this earth and he wouldn’t care as long as he got to see you grin. you don’t know when it changes, when you start craving the shoulder brushes and knee touches, but the one night you lay your head on his shoulder a couple minutes into the credits, he knows he’s got a chance.
JUST ONE CHANCE PLEASSEEEEE
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