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thensson · 1 month
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The Last Days of Judas Iscariot, Stephen Adly Guirgis || Agnes, Konstantin Korobov || Saint Sebastian, Owe Zerge || Arrows of Desire: How did St Sebastian Become an Enduring, Homo-erotic Icon? || The Incredulity of Saint Thomas, Guercino || Saint Catherine Drinks the Blood of Christ, Francesco Vanni
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basuralindo · 1 year
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I mentioned potentially posting art related to the fic.
That's not what this is.
But hey, it's still relevant!
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can’t believe that the FNAF movie single-handedly multiplied and reawakened the thirst and everyone’s crushes on josh hutcherson. bro played the part of a traumatized pathetic man so good that now we all collectively want him.
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buttered-toasty · 2 years
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Love drawing gargoyles because I developed some personal takes on texture and they’re fun
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*strong bad’s scream from ‘Sibbie’*
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THIS AINT YOUR KING’S STATION
*we don’t even care about you - sloshy starts playing*
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ghouljams · 21 days
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… opinions on a pirate au? Just one more au?
There are four things that every pirate prays to. No gods, no masters, no kings, but the laws of sailing, things the cannot be left up to chance. The sea, the wind that carries them over her, the stars overhead that chart their path, and death. It's the pirates that pray for a pay day that really get into trouble. Ghost has never had that issue. He likes guarantees, likes knowing that there are constants(the sea, the stars, the air in his lungs, the long sleep waiting for him at the end of it all), likes days without surprises.
Except that Ghost has already met one of the four laws. He's found himself in graves both watery and dry, and every time he's managed to cheat death out of what they're deserved. Every time he's managed to outwit, out maneuver, out gun the very thing that waits for every pirate. He won't say how, finds the scars over his lips sewn shut every time he attempts to, but it's well known. Ghost has beat death, maybe not for good, but enough to know what's waiting for him on the other side. Enough to know that laws of nature don't follow human constraints, and that the men he's aligned himself with are meant for more than just this.
Enough to find the island he's been seeing in his dreams and unearth the only thing pirates hope against. He can call you whatever he likes when he cracks open the heavy wooden lid of the chest you were buried in: Greed, Envy, Violent passion, passing fancies, the first on a long list of things that doom pirates to the shore. You call yourself inevitable, the same as any of the laws, and you've just found four new vessels tailor made for the ideals they pray to.
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definitelynotshouting · 4 months
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A Kemetic prayer to Bast for Jellie
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Hail to You, O' Bast, Who guards the Two Lands! Hail to You, Iryt Ra! You who are swift and cunning, You who strike down enemies and nurture children. I ask that You protect and nurture the cat Jellie as she crosses into Your domain, through the Duat and into Your Hour. I ask that she is kept from harm and given safety and shelter in the cradle of Your arms. Hail to You, O' Bast, Devouring Lady, Mother of my Soul! I offer sweet cheese and fruits. I offer spiced tea and toasted nuts. I offer the ring of my sistrum. May Jellie only know warmth and good food with You, the comfort of the sun. May she hunt on under Your guidance. May she find peace and joy within Your company. Hail to You, O' Bast, Lady of the Ointments, the Knowledge through which death cannot approach too closely! I light this candle and ask that all those who have called this cat family find comfort and peace in this time of her absence. I ask that Your Light guides her to You, and that she remains safely within Your domain. May her name be forever remembered. May her ba be forever nourished through the shrines and images made in her honor. Thus it is done. Dua Bast!
this is free to reblog if you so choose, and i hope whoever reads it can find even a small measure of comfort in it❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂
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ventiswampwater · 11 months
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I’m gathering a collection🐊
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saintobio · 2 months
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♱ as you like it | sneak peak.
[dare i share one of my favorite lines on this oneshot :’) yes, only a oneshot you guys. it’s a pretty long one, but sy is still the only on-going series i have.]
Your heart, once brimming with devotion, now lay shattered at your feet. All your life, you have loved him. All your happiness and tears, you have devoted to him. You had stood by his side through every trial, every conquest, only to be deemed unworthy of bearing his legacy. The sting of rejection seared your soul, igniting a fierce resolve within your wounded spirit.
With a voice trembling through a mixture of sorrow and defiance, you met his gaze. “Fair enough,” you whispered, your tone laden with a sorrowful resignation. “If it is a concubine thou seek, then so be it. But a divorce, will I not honor. And know this, my lord,” you declared, your voice rising with a newfound strength, “I am the Empress. The only one. There is none within this empire akin to me, for a worthless, lowly concubine shalt not depose this Empress Y/N of Caleum thou wouldst so readily compromise.”
And in that solemn proclamation, you turned away, your stolid mien masking the shattered pieces of your fractured heart.
His countenance remained stoic as he observed your departure, sighing inwardly as you exited his study. Although no longer offering a response, Satoru found himself unable to deny the truth of your words. Nor the power in which you presented them. Your presence lingered in his thoughts, holding sway over him in a manner he could not fathom.
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starryluminary · 1 year
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I LOVE GAY PEOPLE!!!! I LOVE SAYING THE WORD GAY OUT LOUD!!!! IM SO HAPPY!!!!!!
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A priest who fantasizes about being kidnapped and sacrificed by cultists. Being laid back across a stone altar by several pairs of hands, feeling someone settle between his legs and pin him down completely. A sharp ceremonial dagger pops the buttons on his cassock and trails up his chest and neck. The person between his legs tells him that if he can hold back from cumming while he's being fucked maybe they'll keep him as a pet instead of driving that knife between his ribs.
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Moon 24
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jeeyuns · 2 months
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bridesmaid sashes??? hello? i need buck in the gaudiest glitteriest sash possible with his lil clipboard???
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qroier · 5 months
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like. roier cubito is for all intents and purposes a widower through one of the cruelest ways to him specifically possible (all the love to cellbit cubito of course but again no matter how understanding he can try to be that was basically a sort of betrayal) and now he's had a new kid shoved at his arms. after his first one died. and the one that was his in all but title died. and after his niece died (only to be "brought back" wrong, of all things). he got a new kid shoved in his arms with half the current accounted for island standing around waiting for his reaction and he hadn't even gotten the chance yet to find out if the other two kids in his life, his stepson and sister, were alright. he can't be purposefully cruel to the new kid, they're a kid. he can't be mean or malicious and above all he can't help but love them. but he can be honest. and here, right now, bearing under everything he's facing, it was inevitable that that honesty would end up being a bit too hard hitting to someone that is as equally alone as he is
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