#cw: catholicism

[demonrubberduck]

WMOM Chapter 17

Father Ardelian, I regret to inform you that you’ve misdiagnosed yourself.

It’s a common mistake. Please remand your whip over to Lord Vane.

#what manner of man #wmom #father ardelian #cw: catholicism

[oliverferrie]

Get to Know Tag

Thanks @captain-kraken for the tag!

three ships: (these are not necessarily positive OR romantic. apart from the first one, which is of course pure and very much not cursed)

Hooty and Duo (blessed, OTP, infallible)

Jesus and Judas (yes I grew up catholic, yes this did things to me)

any villain and myself (derogatory)

first ship: Hazel and Bigwig from Watership Down (I was a strange 8-year-old)

last song I listened to: Nautilus by Ring of Gyges

last movie I watched: Hardcore Henry (for reasons of see ship#3)

currently watching: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (and playing the drinking game of How Many Prog Songs I Recognise, because I guess I have a deathwish or sth)

currently consuming: yorkshire tea

currently craving: additional yorkshire tea

working on: MOTH (second novel, also dark, much folklore, much trans struggle)

currently reading: A Scot's Quair (my sister sent this to me, surprised that neither of us have read this fundamental cornerstone of scottish lit)

I tag @withlovelunette, @revenancy, @sabinabardot and @meltingchaos (feel free to join in even if not tagged - and as usual, never any pressure)

#tag game #get to know #no pressure #cw: catholicism

[lastofthemessengers]

Just Catholic Things:

Being AJAB

#assigned joseph at birth #text #cw: catholicism

[robotgirlfoxears]

hot take: maybe making kids afraid of going to hell is bad for their mental health and development

#vent cw #religious trauma cw #catholicism cw

[immediatebreakfast]

The theological implications of this novel are terrifying, truly terrifying.

God is absolutely real, not if nor buts, it is as real as it is because its presence is known through acts of holy violence. It's known because there are inmortal creatures who feed on humans surviving without being cloaked in its light. These creatures are repelled by holy symbols as a way to signal how neither their unliving bodies, nor theirs souls will be welcome in heaven, nor granted eternal peace.

Then, a warning is burnt into Mina's forehead. A god fearing woman in all of the weight of those words is not spared. Mina who cried for god to give her mercy, to save her, to answer her why she deserved this punishment, this torture if she has always walked in its light, if she has followed everything in fear of your rage, god why do you let evil happen to your followers. God why did you abandoned this pitiful woman in her suffering, and at the hands of a demonic creature who exists to opose you. Have mercy god! ANSWER HER PLEADS, DO NOT LEAVE HER IN THIS DESESPERATION! HAVE MERCY FOR HER SOUL BEFORE SHE CHOOSES THE PATH OF SELF DESTRUCTION.

And the only answer is the burning of the host in her forehead, a burn that is seen as the mark of a trial. No angels, no heralds, no voices, nor holy light. Just a physical warning that reminds Mina that the clock is ticking, and it will always move forwards.

Then, there is Jonathan who saw all of this, and still chose to renounce It. He saw the proof that this all powerful being was there with him this whole time, observing him in every attack, every night, every ink drop in his journal, every nightmare, every drop of blood. And he still rejected it, because if Mina isn't deserving of that holy light anymore, then he will grab her hand and walk in Hell forever as long as Mina knows she won't be alone. His soul be damned because Mina is who is the holiest of them all.

With her tears, her sorrow, and her pain, Mina is who Jonathan pleads his soul to. Because that allows Mina to suffer is not a god at all.

#It's unreal how terrified I would be #To know for sure that god is watching you #And warns you of your sins even if those sins were not yours to commit #dracula daily #dracula #mina harker #mina murray #jonathan harker #cw catholicism

[sneckoil]

house tests wilson like old testament god (cruel, sweeping, demanding) and wilson tests house like new testament god (forgiving, patient, silent).

they both demand sacrifice in different ways — house always demands wilson’s attention, invades his relationships, leaves him making up for his mistakes. But wilson calls upon house’s devotion once in a blue moon. ultimatums that house knows not to push, because he’s too scared to push, because even though wilson’s love is unconditional he’s scared that he’ll forsake him still.

and much like god, they make each other suffer because it’s the only way they can show that they choose to love each other (of their own free will)

#edit: i caved and put it in the tags #cw catholicism #lol. #house md #hilson #shioshpam

[queer-reader-07]

you know what i think really gets me as a good omens fan who also grew up catholic? the very human approach it takes to morality.

i can’t speak for every denomination of christianity, but i can speak to catholicism. i grew up in the church, i went to catholic school, i was confirmed for fuck’s sake. i know the catholic church. the ways in which it eats away at your self esteem. the ways in which it makes you feel like you are a terrible person because you’ve sinned in one way or another. the way you’re taught the concept of original sin as though it isn’t deeply unsettling to believe that all humans are born corrupt. you’re taught that you were born tainted by satan, you as a baby you as a child you who doesn’t even know your place in this world yet. you are sinful because you are human.

there is no room for shades of grey in catholicism. you have either sinned or you haven’t. you are either good or you are bad. you are either going to heaven or you are cursed to damnation. (yeah yeah purgatory and all that but if i’m being honest the diocese i was a part of never really talked about it)

we all know the church is corrupt. every catholic knows that, but whether or not we ever admitted it to ourselves and accepted it as truth is another story. you cannot deny the staggering statistics regarding catholic priests assaulting and molesting children. you cannot deny the financial corruption that has been present in the institution for centuries. but you can ignore it. you can ignore it and pretend like the church is perfect and good because if you allow yourself to admit it’s issues, you admit that maybe your entire world view is flawed. that maybe the idea of morality as being black and white is wrong.

that's what i grew up with. with these contradictory beliefs. these adults in power telling me i was inherently sinful because i was human while also being told that God loves me. that God will save me from myself. so i grew up thinking someone else could fix me. because if i was inherently bad i couldn't fix myself.

but of course, the truth is, i don't need fixing. i'm not broken or bad. i'm human.

when aziraphale described adam as "human incarnate" i got EXTREMELY emotional. because to be human incarnate is to be not good or bad. it's to just be. be whoever it is you are. make the best choices you can. will they all be perfect? of course not. but will you be trying your damndest? yes.

good omens is a breath of fresh air for me and my religious trauma because the thesis of the story is that black and white thinking is unproductive at best and actively harmful at worst. you cannot live a fulfilling life while also believing there is only Bad and Good, and that Bad and Good are inherent.

good omens is a comfort because it reminds me in more ways than one that i'm worthy of love. i'm worthy of life. i don't have to be perfect, far from it. i'm allowed to be messy and make mistakes, but none of that means i don't deserve to be here. none of that means i'm a Bad Person. i'm just, A Person.

i'm trying. i've always tried. tried to love the best i can, tried to be the best person i can be, tried to live my life to the fullest, tried to cultivate joy for myself.

my brain is a mess. and 15 years, give or take, of being fully immersed in the catholic church (including 7 years of catholic school) definitely didn't help. i am still riddled with catholic guilt and toxic mental frameworks because of the time i spent in the church.

but good omens helps me work through it just that little bit more. it's there in its corner of my heart saying "hey. you're human. you're not Bad or Good, you're You. and you're trying."

it's... comforting. yeah, i think that's the right word.

#found this one in my drafts and finally decided to finish it #good omens #good omens meta #gomens meta #cw religious trauma #religious trauma #catholic trauma #catholicism

[juliasgoodusername]

This Easter Weekend, Don't Forget To Think About That Time Declan Got The Shit Kicked Out Of Him And Still Showed Up To Mass On Sunday 🙏🕊️✝️

#jesus died on the cross so that i could enjoy this narrative moment in a young adult novel #declan lynch #trc #the raven cycle #cw catholicism #my art #good friday vibes

[bekkathyst]

Basilika St. Michael

Mondsee, Austria

#original #cw religion #cw catholicism #cathedral #basilika st michael #abbey mondsee #austria #gothic cathedral #gothic aesthetic #gothic church

[tarriecat]

This is just to say that I am FERAL at the implications of "I have an indulgence."

Bram Stoker robbed us of the scene in which Abraham Van Helsing, MD, D. Ph., D. Litt., et fucking cetera, had to EXPLAIN TO THE CATHOLIC CHURCH that he needed to use the wafers of the Host as CONSTRUCTION MATERIALS in order to FIGHT A VAMPIRE. And any adaptation that does not write this scene themself is a COWARD.

#dracula daily #dracula #abraham van helsing #dracula spoilers #catholicism #cw religion #bram stoker

[literary-potato]

I know this is a sports thing but for a brief moment I did consider the image of Coca Cola being really enthused about the Rosary

#cw catholicism #catholicism

[wispforever]

who’s playing saint bernard by lincoln for the fiftieth time? give me the aux

#naruto #kakuhida #hidakaku #kakuzu #hidan #woohoo lets make fun of catholicism #can you tell i have religious trauma #cw catholicism #cw religious mention

[quecksilvereyes]

Forgive me, brother, for I cannot follow. The nave of this cathedral has long been robbed of its candles and the doors of the confessional have rotted off their hinges an age ago. The lattice has broken from the window, the curtain hangs no longer.

If I leant forwards on this weeping wooden bench, I could fit my palm to the slope of your jaw. I could lay my forehead against yours, I could taste the salt on your cheeks. The window is wide enough, brother.

Forgive me, brother, for I have drowned myself in spirits. My hems are wet and the world is spinning. My tongue tastes as though some sick, bloating thing has made itself at home within my mouth. I've stuck my own head below the surface, brother, and I screamed until my lungs burned and my nails broke where they clutched for purchase.

A question, brother. A thought. How long must I claw at divinity to drag it down to earth? Someone has fallen. Another must surely follow. Do you not think it lonely, in that box? The stone is crumbling, and the earth is shifting. How long does a god sit atop waning faith?

Your knuckles are raw. There is blood on your lips, and your back is hunched. A self-important prick. A blown-up brat. Too busy trying to get himself shot to watch where he's going. It is the four and twentieth day of the month and this is the twenty-fourth phone call mother has made, her mouth drawn tight.

This is a confessional, brother. Did his teeth crack under your fist? Did his blood run warm? Did he apologise for the way he looked at you, or the way he stood where you walked? Did you reach for a sword no-one can carry here? I know the way you dig your teeth into a duel, brother, but this was no duel.

This was just a boy.

Forgive me, brother, for I doubt you. Your hands are shaking, and in the dim sunlight that reaches through the dirty windows of this cathedral, your eyes are a sky dipped into a brilliant twilight. In the darkness of your mouth, your teeth shine like stars.

These are no earthly constellations. The vowels on your lips are not of a language we share with our parents. How many rosaries must I pray, brother, for these sins? Must I shed dress and negligee and girdle and skin, and bare to the yawning mouth of this cathedral my flayed flesh?

Will you dig your claws into me, will you rip muscle from me in ribbons until you find, nestled between my lungs and crushed by my spine, the pearl of my faith? Will you pry me open with golden, bruised hands, and take from me the only thing of worth I can still produce? So you may hold it up when you return, upon a pillow of silk - an offering. There is just a delay. Worry not, the faith is still there.

Forgive me, brother, for I will not board the train. I will not clutch the little ones to my breast, and I will not bury my face in your chest.

I watched you slay a beast-god when we were children. Its blood soaked you to the bone, ten-and-three and weeping sorrow, red from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. To the tip of your sword and the tip of your tongue, until the field was flooded and the skies groaned.

I took your face in my hands and kissed your slick cheek. At our feet, the last breaths of the one hundred year winter rattled from the witch's lungs, and the beast's claws wore themselves to dust. Our little brother lay dead in the sludge. Our little sister wailed until her voice gave out.

Eight. And ten.

Forgive me brother, but I am reaching through the window. My nails are broken, I know, and my hands are calloused. I am digging into your flesh, I know, but maybe, if you folded yourself right, you could fit through it. Maybe, if you bandaged your knuckles and closed your eyes, you could submerge yourself, full-bodied, and draw the blood from your every pore.

There is no holy water in the basin anymore, but the river by the mill might do. Perhaps we will find a hammer with which to smash the pillars of your shoulders. My brother, where will the skies rest then? Won't they slide from you, and aren't they already shattered?

You do not move. The twilight shines with salt. Your hands shake and your hair is golden. Come with me, you say. You go through a wardrobe and I follow, you drape yourself in hide and I follow, you are crowned and I follow. You walk from a train station and I follow, you duel the man who has sat himself upon your throne and I follow. My skies and horizons, my brother.

You will board the train. I will dip my face below the waterline. Forgive me.

The cathedral is ransacked, and I do not know how to make it fit for worship.

- High Queen Susan the Gentle gives her last confession to her brother, High King Peter the Magnificent, successor of the lion by right of blood.

#susan pevensie #peter pevensie #the problem of susan #headcanons as always are a mix between mine and calormen' #bc. i genuinely cant disentangle it anymore #narnia #tcon #the chronicles of narnia #narnia fanfic #narnia fanfiction #catholicism #i am. leaning HEAVILY into the confessionals guys #peter as divinity #susan as fallen divinity #she remembers still but its slipping #a conversation between a dying god and a living woman #hello i am. vibrating. #cw alcoholism #cw drowning #cw mutilation #larissa makes things

[immediatebreakfast]

"God grant that we may be guided aright, and that He will deign to watch over my husband and those dear to us both, and who are in such deadly peril. As for me, I am not worthy in His sight. Alas! I am unclean to His eyes, and shall be until He may deign to let me stand forth in His sight as one of those who have not incurred His wrath."

Mina...

Mina what the fuck are you talking about?

God doesn't deserve you Mina. It doesn't.

God doesn't deserve to dangle the promise of eternal peace to you. All righteous fearing woman capable of running towards ancient evil to save your dear friend. Insessant, and intelligent fiend who is all kind towards her love, and loved him with all of her might when he was not himself.

Don't blame yourself for the assault, and never think that you are guilty for not having the means to stop it. Mina can't tell herself "if I had been better" she can't. How many times must she torture herself with thoughts of hellfire that are so close in her mind, yet far in reality.

Mina tells that she is not worthy of His sight when god should grovel at her feet for forgiveness. How dare He to make her suffer like this. Mina is not a Martyr nor a Saint. She is not Saint Inés calling for the sword to fall so she can be freed, nor Saint Águeda screaming in joy as she finally died.

Mina's suffering is not holy, it's human. It's so human that it hurts to read. How were her ambitions in life greedy to incur god's wrath upon her? Why must she become another footnote on Dracula's horrible quest for power? (Why was Lucy not saved? Why?)

Mina is losing hope in herself when she is the most strong. She can't let herself become comfortable at the idea of a violent end if it means to be seen in god's light again. Mina can't become suicidal to beg and pray to the being that abandoned her in her most traumatic moments.

Mina may think that she doesn't deserve god, but it's god that doesn't deserve Mina.

#I want to scream at her #She is not a symbol of righteous religious suffering who will be rewarded with peace in heaven #Mina is a human woman capable of so many things and she will never be at fault for this tragedy no matter how many times she tells that #If god in the Dracula novel it's real then humans should climb up and kill it #It really reminds me of a little paragraph of a song by el Cuarteto de Nos (it's an argetinian political rock band) #“I don't believe in god - all powerful - creator of heaven and earth - maker of evil and storms - castrator of willpower” #“I believe in me - nothing powerful - creator of churches and miracles” #dracula daily #dracula #mina harker #mina murray #cw catholicism

[hayleysayshay]

Nightcralwer in the X-men films scars himself 'for every sin' perfectly symmetrically on his body. Like, scarrification is not something your average christian does, why are we acting like this random mutant would do this. The scars are there because they look cool, they could have just been aesthetic mutant markings, it's not like there's any reason mutants look the way they do. If they felt adding texture to Nightcrawlers skin looked good on film, just do it, we don't need some 'he cuts himself for every sin'. Who does that??? The film is like 'yeah, self-harm is normal and cool'....

The rest of his potrayal is pretty normal and it's clear he relies on his faith for guidance the rest of the movie, like a normal person, but then they have to bring in this weird extreme element that would not work if he didn't look like a mutant.

He can't just be a practiciing catholic who looks like a devil, they have to make it so extreme.

#CW: Self harm #tw: self harm #nightcrawler #kurt wagner #xmen #x-men 2 #x2: xmen united #x2 #no i don't need to know about scars and catholicism in a history lesson. your average catholic isn't doing this

[cathedraldecay]

my chemical romance + our lady of sorrows

unknown // gerard way // heaven help us - my chemical romance // daily star // vampires will never hurt you - my chemical romance // sacred art jewelry // wikipedia // francisco romero zafra // mama - my chemical romance

#i intend this to be disrespectful of catholicism btw #she didnt exist before mcr #mcr #my chemical romance #web weaving #parallels #our lady of sorrows #i brought you my bullets you brought me your love #the black parade #gore cw #blood cw