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des-vanecido · 5 months
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«Una vez me obligué a no sentir más, nada me impide hacerlo una segunda vez».
— Dorian A 🖋️
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stanford-photography · 9 months
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Fields of Dreams
By Jeff Stanford, 2023
Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/
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fishssoncauyay · 1 month
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OMG Sonia and Manik are here !?
TRIPLETS BORN THE THRONE AWAITS
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A SEER WARNS OF A DEADLY FATE--
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dk-thrive · 5 months
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It's undignified to hold onto the sleeve of someone who wants to leave.
— Freja (Sofie Grabol), "Us" S1:E3 (2020-2021)
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kimaisalloren · 8 months
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Another kurari drawing but I finally settled on this little punks colors
Cuz her symbol is Neptune, which is the planet of psychic perception and dreams, she’s like. A hydromancer bcuz of it.
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momentsbeforemass · 3 months
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Assume the worst
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We all know someone who assumes the worst.
Not just going negative. But hard negative. Right to the very worst thing possible.
Whether it’s the worst possible result when the outcome is uncertain. Or the worst possible reason why someone did something. No matter what happens, that’s where they go. Every time.
It’s exhausting to be around someone like that.
It’s even more exhausting to be someone like that.
If that’s where you go, even if you aren’t sharing it with other people, you need to know that assuming the worst comes at a heavy price.
Even if you manage to keep it to yourself, assuming the worst takes a toll on you. Emotionally. Spiritually.
Because assuming the worst separates.
Think about it for a moment. If you assume the worst when someone does something or says something, you’re going to stay as far away from them as you can. And if you have to be around them? Walls up. Big time.
When you think that way about someone, you aren’t going to help them when they need help. And you certainly aren’t going to ask them for help when you need it.
Why would you? They’re the worst.
In the end, assuming the worst separates us. From everyone. Including God.
This is what Jesus is talking about in today’s Gospel. Where His critics assume the worst about Him. That the Son of God is somehow in league with the Enemy.
Sure, it’s petty and vindictive. Half a moment’s thought reveals just how ridiculous their insults really are.
But is it really “unforgiveable sin” like Jesus calls it? That seems a little harsh for a bunch of religious name-calling.
Actually, Jesus is completely right. Because they’re revealing something more. This isn’t just petty name-calling.
They really do assume the worst. Even about some of the best possible things, like deliverance and healing.
So how is that unforgivable?
Unforgivable is the end result of assuming the worst. About God.
If that’s really how you think. If you truly do assume the worst about God. Then you’ll never go to God for help. You’ll never rush headlong into the open arms that have been waiting for you from before you were born.
Why would you, if you think the worst about God?
You’ll never be forgiven. For the simple reason that you will never ask.
Today’s Readings
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gorillaxyz · 23 days
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furry self shippers rise up
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short-boii · 1 year
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ok so idk if this is a stupid question but I have a genuine question.
is tails orange or yellow ?
for years I thought he was orange but when I for references I get confused cause like
LOOK-
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for 3D he’s straight up yellow but 2D he looks orange
am I losing my mind ? pls tell me
also why was he straight up brown in the satAM show ??
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anydaynowany · 2 months
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i listened to malevolent part 40 and all i got was this lousy emotional damage
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machetelanding · 8 months
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mareenavee · 7 months
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WIP Whatever ~
Hi, all. Sorry I'm late. I finished a piece yesterday so I was scramblin' a bit and didn't have my braincells in one place for enough WIP to share (that I haven't already or that which does not contain spoilers lol)
Tagged by the fantastic @thequeenofthewinter, @kookaburra1701, @throughtrialbyfire, and @ladytanithia!
Tagging the amazing: @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @polypolymorph, @elfinismsarts, @gilgamish, @snippetsrus, @archangelsunited, @thana-topsy, @dirty-bosmer, @wildhexe, @oblivions-dawn, @saltymaplesyrup and of course YOU, yes you. You who haven't posted a WIP in a while. You're tagged! Yeet one on here and tag me, too!
This is part of a challenge I'm doing this month. The prompt is 'Summoning' and @snippetsrus has encouraged and inspired me to try the isekai genre. (: I'm also severely, severely inspired in all things, but not least about how to handle Isekai, by @paraparadigm's OC, Vera. <3 Ya'll and your uncanny ability to have me reaching way off my path here for stories. I love it. I appreciate it. A prompt challenge is a perfect time to try this. This is inspired by a PVRIS song called Separate, and in fact the title is a whole line from that song. Super, super fresh from the braincells but SO MUCH FUN. Under the cut!
WIP: As Long as It Won’t Separate You From Me, I’ll Be Fine A hedge witch from (a version of) Earth conducts a ritual to recover a spirit from beyond the veil. In her reaching, Aubrey is taken by something other, pulled through the veil, and finds herself freezing to death in a different world entirely. This story begins when she feels her theory and research will finally send her home.
The Hall of Attainment had been Aubrey’s home now for almost a year. It was where she was found, and, she supposed, where she would leave—if there was anything left to return to. She leaned into the wind as she ascended to the rooftop, summoning circle laid out before her and dotted with melted stubs of candles. Everything felt raw from the bite of the weather off the Sea of Ghosts, from the salt, and from the gravity of what she was about to do. But she’d long since run out of tears. Or so she thought.
“Durant, wait!”
A familiar voice, and one that ached to hear. She’d told him she had to go. The entire goal of all this research and all this time was to find a way back home. He knew this. News of her and her research was why he traveled all the way to this snowbank of a town to begin with, and…well. She knew why he stayed. 
Aubrey tilted her head back as if the motion would prevent the tears from falling. Her braids, unbound and held by strength of will and third-day grime alone came unraveled in the wind, dark curls flying every which way. She pulled the hood of her mage robes up and tried to ignore his voice and the sound of his footsteps echoing as he ran up cold stone steps. Ignoring him as best as she could, Aubrey stood in the center of the circle and wiped away the stray tears that had managed to escape.
Professor Gestor had found her here, curled in on herself, protecting her head, freezing to death in the scrap of white cotton dress that had survived her crossing. They thought she’d been imprisoned in Oblivion, narrowly escaping some horrible death by the hand of some nightmare or another. How very close to the truth that had been. That was the story the College proliferated on her behalf while feelers were put out for any resources that could help at all. That was the story that attracted the attention of Neloth. That was why Talvas was still here, calling her name and weakening her resolve. Gods, but he wouldn’t leave, would he?
She pushed her sleeve back and ran her hand down the black rose-and-bramble tattoos on her left arm, fingers pausing at each white ink starburst interspersed within illustrated flora. She had sixteen now—had earned the last one on her wrist bone before the summoning. Maybe she hadn’t earned it at all, considering the result.
The memory was like a slash from a razor, still too raw, still open to infection.
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voca-song-a-day · 5 months
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Today's featured song is: "Separate" by Police Piccadilly feat. Hatsune Miku!
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PVRIS- Separate
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dk-thrive · 3 months
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It is like the Kierkegaardian thing: the duty is to love, but love creates the duty. It is loss and change. It is loss and pain.
— Sheila Heti, Alphabetical Diaries (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, February 6, 2024)
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ghostowlattic · 1 year
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separate ways
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gramarobin · 26 days
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