Help im so insane about that bokris hug bojan's hands on kris' face but also the way kris pulls him closer help help
You and me both anon you and me both, and how they both have their eyes closed??? How everyone else averts their gaze?? HELP???
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Iris and Astrid taking Delilah and Claire to the altar, Iris moving in with Stevie, the drawings and the book dedication, Stevie taking Iris on a series of romantic dates and dancing with her everywhere, Stevie and Iris and Iris and Stevie, OH MY GOD, THIS BOOK COMPLETELY DESTROYED ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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Alright uninformed rant time. It kind of bugs me that, when studying the Middle Ages, specifically in western Europe, it doesn’t seem to be a pre-requisite that you have to take some kind of “Basics of Mediaeval Catholic Doctrine in Everyday Practise” class.
Obviously you can’t cover everything- we don’t necessarily need to understand the ins and outs of obscure theological arguments (just as your average mediaeval churchgoer probably didn’t need to), or the inner workings of the Great Schism(s), nor how apparently simple theological disputes could be influenced by political and social factors, and of course the Official Line From The Vatican has changed over the centuries (which is why I’ve seen even modern Catholics getting mixed up about something that happened eight centuries ago). And naturally there are going to be misconceptions no matter how much you try to clarify things for people, and regional/class/temporal variations on how people’s actual everyday beliefs were influenced by the church’s rules.
But it would help if historians studying the Middle Ages, especially western Christendom, were all given a broadly similar training in a) what the official doctrine was at various points on certain important issues and b) how this might translate to what the average layman believed. Because it feels like you’re supposed to pick that up as you go along and even where there are books on the subject they’re not always entirely reliable either (for example, people citing books about how things worked specifically in England to apply to the whole of Europe) and you can’t ask a book a question if you’re confused about any particular point.
I mean I don’t expect to be spoonfed but somehow I don’t think that I’m supposed to accumulate a half-assed religious education from, say, a 15th century nobleman who was probably more interested in translating chivalric romances and rebelling against the Crown than religion; an angry 16th century Protestant; a 12th century nun from some forgotten valley in the Alps; some footnotes spread out over half a dozen modern political histories of Scotland; and an episode of ‘In Our Time’ from 2009.
But equally if you’re not a specialist in church history or theology, I’m not sure that it’s necessary to probe the murky depths of every minor theological point ever, and once you’ve started where does it end?
Anyway this entirely uninformed rant brought to you by my encounter with a sixteenth century bishop who was supposedly writing a completely orthodox book to re-evangelise his flock and tempt them away from Protestantism, but who described the baptismal rite in a way that sounds decidedly sketchy, if not heretical. And rather than being able to engage with the text properly and get what I needed from it, I was instead left sitting there like:
And frankly I didn’t have the time to go down the rabbit hole that would inevitably open up if I tried to find out
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i can't believe of all the race weekends THIS is the one i have to watch with extended family ????? like this chaos in qatar ???
at this point i'm convinced only 5 drivers will even FINISH the race, and all five will have a 10-second penalty for track limits, i don't even know what to expect to happen except probably the inevitability that is max verstappen
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a snippet of something in the works (it's far too early to share, but i am going to anyway because i can !)
He felt like a piece of paper torn in half. All jagged edges and missing something.
Like a Rorschach, but the side that was a tad bit different because no matter how alike they looked, one side always dried a bit faster. One side always a bit more wet, if for nothing other than the variable of the paper.
Nothing was ever one and the same. Nothing could ever be one in the same. Symmetry was created by nature, in the Fibonacci spirals, not by man with his dirty hands and ill intent disguised as something else.
True symmetry was not in the face of another person, no matter how perfect it may be.
One side of the forced symmetry and the theoretical paper could exist without the other, even when torn in such a violent and raw way. It was something cruel, to feel loss and have it remind you of not only the missing half, but that you are, indeed, startlingly human, and could never reach that perfect symmetry anyway.
But it was not about if one could exist without the other—it was about the paint.
Old and sour paint, smeared on paper, something rotten at its core.
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