#god have mercy on all of it and us

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

Shoutout all Tigray genocide propagandists. Shoutout all African diaspora hypocrites.

A hopeless continent. Shoutout colonist imperialist conquerors, y’all had/have an unbeatable divide and conquer tactic with a rich with resources poor with humanity continent/ regions.

Shoutout social media for showing ppls asses. On God, grateful forever regardless.

#thank god for immigration #thank god for asylums #thank good for refugee camps #thank god for my mom #thank god for Canada #thank god for America #idc idc idc #god have mercy on all of it and us #shoutout Africa learning nothing #shoutout evil European colonists I hope every migrant eats you until you are extinct like a whale in the water with you satanic moby dicks

[puppyeared]

axolotl

#covers my face. this is dumb theyre dumb idk what was going thru my mind making this.h #i like this brush tho i think ill keep using it #i had this thought awhile ago that axolotls kind of remind me of macs ears. and i had a nice thought that if wukong ever saw one #he'd say the same thing. and thats why im sitting here with my head in my hands #macaque doesnt know if hes embarassed amused or straight up smitten. its all 3 #i have such a hard time drawing necks and shoulders.. mac is supposed to kind of hunch up his shoulders #the way some ppl do when they bow their neck down kind oflike. defensive-tucking in position when theyre making themselves small #i cant really get it to look right so it kinda looks like his head is sunken too close to his shoulders. so i guess ill keep practising #maybe if i brought his head closer to the collarbone it will look better. but i struggle with foreshortening so theres a chance itll #just look like his neck starts at the collar. ughhh #god have mercy if i ever draw hugs. i hate positioning the shoulder i hate hate hate it. 10 dead 17 injured #i have new design note ideas for em but ill post another time #myart #doodles #lego monkie kid #lmk #monkie kid #shadowpeach #lmk sun wukong #lmk swk #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #lmk liu er mihou

[dailywillwood]

Made by @onyx-colony

#will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #wednesday is not only the greatest betrayal in television history #will wood Wednesday rant #wednesday #Wednesday 2022 #wednesday is not only the greatest betrayal in television history but the most maddeningly trite #disturbingly vapid #and internally confuse #d ideological train wreck I've ever had the deeply sorrowful displeasure of allowing to pass through my corneas may god have mercy on bburto #or whoever else was responsible while someone slapped his brand name on it #and on all of us who are fated to live in a world where something so culturally #socially #politically #and artistically noxious as this #Mary-sue-lead #transparently TikTok-targeted #phone-worshipping #vaguely bigoted #backfired virtue-signaling #fake leftist capitalist “my im #mortal“-esque fanfic earns a second season through what I can only be explained as manufactured consent. something must be done about #Netflix's Wednesday. This thing is a condescending insult #especially to young people #the socially conscious #and members of marginalized #and “outcast” groups who genuinely suffer from what this thing hollowly masturbates to while looking us dead in the eyes and saying “yeah #you like that #don't you?“ It is a Gatling gun of random buzzwords and empty references to social issues #grotesquely and impotently

[nicoscheer]

mileskane In a shower in Paris x

📸 @ogden.ewan

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Literally me: (blushing, giggling, hiding my face in my hands, kicking my feet, running away)

28/02/2024 and he just decides to drop this:

Oh do I hate him 🫶🏽

Oh he KNOWS exactly what he’s doing

#he’s just given up all pretense now huh just outright posting thirst traps no fucks gives 😭🤣 #Miles Kane #he’s officially gone off the rails #the caption like SIR?!!! #bless our lord and savior Ewan #oh I am so sorry but his hand position suggest certain uhm things …cuffs… #19/02/2024 #lord have mercy #if whoever he tried to impress with these didn’t go down on their knees 🫢🫢 #that idiot honest to god uploaded a complication of them shower pics 😳💅 #brain.exe has stopped working #he just had to upload these to insta; twitter & tiktok 😇 #love how we’re all losing our collective minds over them pics #and like the red tile ain’t helping as well as the caption like what did he expect us to think he’s in some basement dungeon cuz honestly 🤨 #and then as direct contrast the turtle charm bracelet

[edwardscissorfeet]

i cant believe people hate agamemnon. isnt he explicitly stated to be hot and hunky in the iliad? you dont like sexy men?

#agamemnon #:( u deserve better. the whims and mercies the gods have subjected you to are not your fault #do men ever have agency in a world where gods play chess with lives #when it comes to agamemnon i lose all nuance actually “i hate him because -” BOOO. YOUR OPINION IS WRONG #mostly kidding #iliad #early on i used to find more trouble with liking achilles than agamemnon if that clarifies anything about me #achilles #eaeudghhh #greek mythology

[queenlucythevaliant]

The Star Market

Marie Howe

The people Jesus loved were shopping at the Star Market yesterday. An old lead-colored man standing next to me at the checkout breathed so heavily I had to step back a few steps.

Even after his bags were packed he still stood, breathing hard and hawking into his hand. The feeble, the lame, I could hardly look at them: shuffling through the aisles, they smelled of decay, as if the Star Market

had declared a day off for the able-bodied, and I had wandered in with the rest of them—sour milk, bad meat— looking for cereal and spring water.

Jesus must have been a saint, I said to myself, looking for my lost car in the parking lot later, stumbling among the people who would have been lowered into rooms by ropes, who would have crept

out of caves or crawled from the corners of public baths on their hands and knees begging for mercy.

If I touch only the hem of his garment, one woman thought, could I bear the look on his face when he wheels around?

#I posted an excerpt of this poem yesterday but it felt necessary to post the whole thing today #because this poem #this darn poem #knows exactly where i live #'the feeble the lame i could hardly look at them' #i (like many of you) grew up around Christians like 85% of the time #i chose not to go to a Christian college specifically so that i could try to mitigate this part of my heart #that feels almost viscerally uncomfortable around certain types of people #i want to learn to love all my neighbors with Christ's abounding love #i know that I am no less sinful than my neighbor #but sometimes it's like there's a bee in the room and i don't know where it is #i'm set on edge by certain kinds of sin #in a way that i'm not by others #i'm sure this is true in degrees for many of us raised in the church #and this poem. this darn poem calls us out directly #it calls /me/ out directly #'The people Jesus loved were shopping at the Star Market yesterday. I could hardly look at them.' #'Jesus must have been a saint (that's the one bit i don't like-- Jesus must have been GOD) to be able to love these people' #'these people who came stumbling towards him crawling towards him lowered through the ceiling towards him' #'begging for mercy. begging with more humility than I manage on any but my best day' #'the people Jesus loved-- and i could hardly look at them' #and that last line hits you right in the solar plexus #'if I could only touch the hem of his garment could I bear the look on his face when he wheels around?' #no. no i don't think i could #and yet #i imagine that look would be so so beautiful #and by the grace of God i know i CAN bear it #i and all the other people Jesus loves #Bible humans #literature makes us more human

[stardust948]

Me, distraught: The British Aristocrats used to eat mummies!!!

Mom: Not surprised. They dress their horses so nicely though.

Me: CAN WE PLEASE FOCUS ON THE CANNIBALISM!!!

#it's true #look it up #Lord God have mercy on us all #😭😭😭 #irl #random

[in-tua-deep]

asleep me has just decided to start world building i guess

Imagine: you are a misfit teenage boy, a con artist. You have a best friend - or maybe a brother? You two are as close as family regardless. You're in a refugee camp when you pull a con - you pass your best friend off as the newly orphaned son of a noble or something. It's just a ploy - to give him an in with the other wealthy kids so you can steal.

Except… he doesn't really give it up? You ask a couple of times when you're leaving, but Will, your best friend, keeps putting it off. He's fallen in with a new crowd. One that respects him, elevates him. And those new friends? Well, they don't exactly like you.

Will starts sending you off on errands when he's with his friends. You go easily, because you want to be helpful, and you ignore the hushed laughter of his shiny new friends. You go on your fake little missions designed to get rid of you.

That's how you meet the Goddess.

Imagine a clearing, golden light, and a beautiful woman who calls you a trickster and says you are destined to be enemies. Imagine freeing the three chained sun gods by accident. (By fate?) Except you tell the goddess that you don’t believe in fate, and what if you become friends instead?

(You offer to steal her, and she agrees - a fine trick indeed, wouldn't you say?)

After this instance you find something out. You can use magic now? But also it seems like you have been cursed as well - you can’t die. Fate rearranges itself every time. A shield moves to a position it wasn’t in before. A sword misses its mark. You are Loved By Fate and it is an Issue.

Time passes and your best friend grows - and you have to use magic to grow with him. He’s a king now. You love him - he’s still your brother - but his smile is more and more strained every time he sees you.

Your goddess takes many forms travelling with you. Sometimes she is a woman, sometimes she is golden magic inside of a pouch. Sometimes she is a child and travels with you, and somehow you get separated with her like that. The king finds her, and immediately is taken with her. He decides to try and find a family for this child who is shy of everyone, and offers for any individual to come and try their luck to see if the child will take to them

You are the last person to try, not because you don't think your goddess will choose you, but because you are worried even if she does the king will not let her go

The king's friends stop you. You know their faces - they are the same bullies they have always been. They accuse you of being cursed because you never die no matter how many dangerous missions the king sends you on. The suicide missions.

They attack you, and they might be cruel but they aren’t stupid. Their ringleader realizes that it must be magic shifting his shield to protect you from the lethal blows.

(You can see every lethal blow that doesn’t land play through your head. The worlds that did not come to pass. You don’t tell them the number of times they murdered you in this fight. It wouldn’t change anything.)

You manage to escape and run up to the king’s room. Using fate’s magic so much has stripped you away of other magics - you look young again. Awkward and gangly with no facial hair (the way you always have since meeting a goddess and becoming something more than human)

He’s in there with an elven woman, a noble of some kind who is wise and anyone with eyes can see the king is in love with her. (You can see in her eyes that she does not love him back, not in that way.)

The king, after some debate, decides to let you try

(He doesn’t comment on your appearance - maybe he just thinks you have a baby face without your beard. Maybe the way he avoids looking you in the eyes means he doesn’t even notice.)

You reunite, and it is beautiful - your goddess surges forward into your arms and kisses you, and you feel fates magic coursing through you and soothing over the exhaustion from the fight.

But the king doesn’t see a goddess and he doesn’t see the magic - he sees a child and he draws his sword. He says many things - that he didn’t expect you to stoop this low. That he once called you his friend.

(How long has it been since that felt genuine?)

Something goes cold in you and enough is enough. Your goddess’s magic courses through you, and you will not be separated again. You use magic to blast them back, use magic to stun them, and use magic to make you and your goddess into a rat that scurries away into the walls

The magic is powerful enough that a cascade of golden chains has manifested down the wall of the room, branching downward like a geometric tree and each one tipped with an amulet with a large inset ruby

The king and the noble awaken, and the king is furious. But the elven woman looks like all her questions have been answered

She talks about how there haven’t been terrible fires throughout the lands, despite all signs pointing to the fact that the sun gods have been unchained

She names you - trickster, calamity

In mythology apparently you are symbolized by a massive golden peacock, each "feather" in your tail with ruby-gem eyes like the chains on the wall

You are named such because you are the only creature capable of going against fate and changing it

(your train of feathers is instead a train of chains - all the fates that you have broken)

(It should make you enemies with your goddess, but you decided in that clearing twenty years ago that you were friends instead)

Apparently on your suicide missions, you have been helping. Wherever you could, you changed the fate of entire cities and towns and prevented the wildfires of the Sun gods from ravaging the kingdom

The elven woman opens a portrait that has a nook behind it. You are sitting there - well, not you exactly. But a copy of you. You are a trickster and love mischief, and you love secret spaces and those who choose to look in them. That’s enough for a part of you to be present, looking sixteen and glowing with golden light

She speaks in the ancient language to you - and you speak it back without thinking. You tell her she’s just as hot as Will with a wink and it makes her laugh. Will cannot understand what you are saying, but you don’t care right now. He’s your best friend, but you aren’t his, and it hurts

He calls you immature, and the elven woman says you’re only sixteen. He snaps back that you are a thirty-six year old man. She shakes her head, and says that you haven’t been since you Awakened. Gods are different, after all

(Maybe it was the differences that drove you apart? Maybe it’s your fault? But if that is the truth then why was there already so much distance between you? You do not ask your goddess if there was a path where you still would have been close.)

You don’t feel like a god, you feel like a person who is just trying their best. You feel tired. You feel sad. Maybe that’s why you are the one who bends fate - you’re the only one that cares enough to try.

Anyway that’s when I woke up but I like my trickster - important to note that he is a redhead with a bit of a baby face

#dream journal #my dreams #peacock trickster dream #i'm actually really vibing with peacock as the symbolic trickster animal in this world #i am also REALLY vibing with whatever part of my brain made the peacock train be made of broken chains of fate #also i am slightly curious why a) there were three sun gods and b) why were they chained #the implication was that the trickster was the only 'mortal' god #with different incarnations having different goals and morals and messing with things in different ways #and in all the other stories the other gods eventually tire of the trickster and track them down and kill them #and then the trickster is reborn as a mortal and will continue to be reborn until they get into trouble and Awaken #i have named my trickster boy 'russell' for kicks #will actually was named will in the dream though #tfw ur friend leaves you behind for a new crowd #actually tfw u become an immortal teenager and ur mortal friend continues to grow into an adult #also i can't quite describe the horror of watching those bullies realize that i was 'cursed' #and watching them try to kill me. over and over. and being stopped not by mercy or moral but by intervention of a divine power #i will be honest we did not go into that meeting with will in our best headspace #but also honestly?? fuck will for assuming the worst of us !! he was our BEST FRIEND #our BROTHER #and he didn't even ask any questions #like hey russell why does this magical child clearly know and recognize you #noble lady you can do Better honestly

[niqaboy]

"youre not worthy of praying. youre not worthy of speaking to god"

^ see that? see that right there? that thought that discourages you from salat and dua? THAT IS SATAN TALKING !! Allah wants you to speak with him. All. The. Time. He is constantly speaking to you, you just need to listen and respond. This is a two way street. Allah is SO enthusiastic about talking to you, so why not meet Him half way?

#thought bubble #i think maybe i didnt word this well #i have been struggling with the enormity of the divine and feeling unworthy of presenting myself to Allah. but i keep having to remind #myself that god commands us to pray to Him because he loves us and wants to maintain a relationship with us! it saddens Him #when we feel as though we are unworthy of his mercy and love. He is begging us to speak with him. the least we could do is listen!! #i think god has mercy and love for all of us. its just only revealed to us when we actually engage in the conversation!!

[thesilverlock]

Year of OTP ⟢ MAY: "Who Are You"

Along their number collecting journey, Astral and Yuma witness someone dueling with strange XYZ cards. The duel captures Astral’s interest in particular, and he becomes shocked to learn of this stranger’s ability to perceive him. The mysterious duelist escapes as quickly as he was found. Leaving the envoy with a blaring, unanswered question...

AKA. Guess who decided to participate in this challenge after all! (pls ignore the four months I missed, we’llgetbacktothose﹣)

#(( Anyway have a fake screencap that nearly corrupted but then didn’t bc the shipping gods felt like mercy )) #zexal #yugioh zexal #zexal oc #yugioh zexal oc #astral zexal #astral ygo #astral (zexal) #| saved ✧ | #| my art ♡ | #| my oc ❦ | #| goldenshipping ✧◦༌ | #(( I have no idea why Astral’s face looks so much like a kitten with eyeliner here afdghDGF #The refs I used for him were all a little bit jank & it really screwed me in the end lol )) #(( if you recognize what Jey’s pose is based on - you get a latte with heart shaped foam <3 )) #year of otp challenge

[roundearthsociety]

#palestine #god have mercy on us all.

[soldier-poet-king]

Got emotional about thara again this morning and it's not even 10am. Weepy but also maybe peaceful and things can be kind and good and gentle even as they are terrible and full of despair. Idk. Makes no sense, but it's true.

#actually just thinking alot about thara and ulis #and how ulis isnt reallt a god of mercy #but a god of silence and death #and how maybe that amounts to thr same thing. sometimes #maybe that emptiness is also fullness. maybe it's all peace #dont look at me im having thoughts again. about silence and terrible grace and unnamable unknowable peace #also i am thinking of iana. and his infectious joy. and of thara being kind to himself #and maybe he can be called to Ulis without killing himself. he can. be treated gently #and its not some undeserved kindness. it is not an affront to his calling or his god #he can value himself beyond his usefulness. be loved by iana. and still. #ugh. ugh. literally i cant stop thinking about thara. i cant stop. #my insides have been scooped out and put on display #the most terrible conflicts of my soul and my heart #it is not my favourite series wrt entertainment. but it is. the most important. the closest to some ineffable truth

[dirtytransmasc]

people are so fucking brainwashed that they refuse to believe Hamas was created in reaction to Isr*eli Zionism, imperialism, and violence (god forbid you tell them isr*el quite literally funded them so they'd finally have an "excuse" to genocide all of Palestine), that without said isr*eli occupation and violence, hamas would not exist, that hamas and the deaths they have cause are directly isr*els responsibility.

#I fucking can't #like holy shit #holy shit you are all so fucking blind #hamas didn't exist until almost 4 decades after isr*el was founded and had 40 years of violence under their belt #hamas' whole thing is that they hate isr*el #god have mercy on us. if your gonna back a side and condemn someone (and blame everything on them) at least know your fuckign facts #I have gone beyond delirius with anger #free palestine #i stand with palestine #palestine

[28dayslater]

#god have mercy on us all

[ashtonsunshine]

just me just you 10/18

via Michael's instagram. 15th October 2022

#OH MY GOD HAVE MERCY ON US ALL #5sos #michael clifford #old me mv #andy deluca 2022

[sophiegoose]

Howdy new followers most of you coming from the Spiderverse nonsense I've been dumping on here I'd assume, lmao

Anyway, my asks are open anon is also an option if you have any ideas or thoughts you want to share on said posts if you'd like I'm an ex-RPer on this platform so plz do not shy away from them, they give me dopamine, lol

And also my DMs are open if you want to chat, and such

Anyway, be my friend plz

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Thank

#goosechatter #welcome aboard everyone #anyway hi feel free to say hello if youd like #im used to lots of chatter on my other socials #so be not afraid #all that jazz #also plz harass me for spiderverse ideas #and harass me regarding the spiderverse g/t stuff ive posted #this is an open invitation #you might even get an in-character response if you ask niceky #all these years and i still cant shake off the old RP instincts #gods have mercy on my soul #anyway #hope yall have a nice day/night/whatever it is in your timezone #love yall