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#The Mourning of Christ
gravelsong · 6 months
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I need to go curl up and cry somewhere
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charlieism · 2 years
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my heart is actually fucking breaking for laszlo rn like. his perspective on this is so sad its literally not funny at all. hes basically just lost his son. god. fuck.
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appleciders · 1 year
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okay so i did watch all of warrior nun in like 2 days bc i have the no longer novel coronavirus and i just. am going CRAZY about the mary/shannon/lilith/beatrice dynamic. absolutely crazy. like the pink + white scene? where mary and lilith each take one of beatrice’s arms and hold her protectively, giving each other the big sister look of solidarity and understanding over her head? lilith tipping her head into beatrice’s cheek? the photograph of the three of them laughing? shannon’s death scene - telling lilith she’s ready, giving mary her medal, closing her eyes when beatrice kisses her on the forehead? the way beatrice describes shannon having loved pranking them? just. the love between all of them in every iteration.
and i just. god i have so many feelings about serious, intense, guarded beatrice - who is so YOUNG compared to the others - first coming into cat’s cradle. and mary sitting down with her at dinner, because beatrice automatically sits alone, her head bent. and the others joining. about weeks going by and them slowly warming her up - mary feels proud whenever she makes her lips twitch, lilith is delighted when beatrice starts to slowly show her sense of humor - they all love cruella de jesus so much (except for shannon, who never says anything but never uses it) not just for the lame joke, but because it was beatrice who made it, their beatrice with a proud grin - and shannon radiates affection when she manages to catch one of them with a good prank and beatrice laughs.
beatrice becoming someone who they come to trust not only to keep a level head and a brilliant, tactical mind, but also to love them - and they see the twisting jagged inwardness of her pain, and mary and shannon make knowing, grim eye contact, lilith - who was in so much of the same pressure cooker of perfection except instead of desperately throwing herself into being useful and having value she has turned to becoming the best, becoming ready, she has things to live up to instead of live down - squeezes her hand - but with them beatrice does not let that pain stop her from caring, loving. they are the easiest part of her vows to keep.
and mary and shannon, and mary and lilith - to see those you love changed by something of another world entirely, pulling them away from you, making them less human - and they keep giving their lives for others, fucking self sacrificial idiots, except you’re all cut from the same cloth, aren’t you? not technically, because you’re not of the cloth, not like them - but you’re alike in that way, all of you are, and it’s such a fucking glorified tragedy that you want to burn the catholic church down for it.
(side note it drives me crazy that they all know exactly which parts of each other to cut into, to make hurt - lilith telling mary she’s not really one of them, that she doesn’t belong, that she only cares about herself; mary telling lilith that all she cares about is her legacy; mary telling beatrice that she cares more about the church than her sisters; probably more that i can’t remember but it’s because they know and love each other so well that they can have this much incisive fury - “she’s my sister, of course i hate her”)
and then camila coming in, the new youngest - and now it’s beatrice’s turn to be the big sister, to camila who has been through so much and still reacts to gentleness like a flower to the sun. and camila comes in at such a hard time, because shannon is retreating, hardening, and it is putting everyone on edge. but camila is a joy and beatrice loves her too, and the rest of them get to see her growth with pride, so much pride.
anyway. my KINGDOM for a world where toya turner got to be in season 2.
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illustratus · 1 year
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Pietà by Bela Čikoš Sesija
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A Psalm of David.
A Song at the dedication of the Temple.
1 I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let my foes rejoice over me. 2 O Lord my God, I cried to thee for help, and thou hast healed me. 3 O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol, restored me to life from among those gone down to the Pit.
4 Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name. 5 For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved.” 7 By thy favor, O Lord, thou hadst established me as a strong mountain; thou didst hide thy face, I was dismayed.
8 To thee, O Lord, I cried; and to the Lord I made supplication: 9 “What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the Pit? Will the dust praise thee? Will it tell of thy faithfulness? 10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me! O Lord, be thou my helper!”
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness, 12 that my soul may praise thee and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever. — Psalm 30 | Revised Standard Version (RSV) Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright © 1946, 1952, and 1971 the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. All rights reserved. Cross References: Exodus 3:15; Exodus 15:20; Numbers 12:13; Deuteronomy 31:17; 2 Samuel 5:11; Esther 9:22; Psalm 3:3; Psalm 4:1; Psalm 6:2; Psalm 6:5; Psalm 9:13; Psalm 10:6; Psalm 16:9; Psalm 27:7; Psalm 28:1; Psalm 31:23; Psalm 57:8; Psalm 62:2; Psalm 88:10; Psalm 103:9; Psalm 104:29; Psalm 142:1; 2 Corinthians 4:17
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applejongho · 4 months
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this just in: kpop boy cuts his hair how he wants and fans took that personally
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Henri-Camille Danger - 'Love one another', or 'Transgressing the commandment', 1889.
Versions >> 1 | 2
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koredzas · 8 months
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Unknown Artist - The Dead Christ Supported by Mourning Angels. 1475 - 1500
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Anthony van Dyck (1599-1641) "The lamentation over the dead Christ" (c. 1635) Baroque
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sonic-adventure-3 · 8 months
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uuuuuuuu immortal shadow in the far far far future having a devil chaos chao. his chao living such a full and happy life it reincarnates to stay with him TWICE at least.
long ramble about that and chao biology:
chao biology ramble: in-game, chao have a lifespan of about 33 hours total, ignoring all the messy stuff and presuming they never eat. it takes about 3 hours for them to evolve from child to adult, an adult has a lifespan of about 29 hours, and it takes about 9 hours for an adult chao to fully mature/go through “second evolution”. feeding them makes them evolve faster (1 whole fruit (4 bites) shaves off about 3 minutes, with 50 whole fruit (200 bites) for children and 240 whole fruit (960 bites) for adults being enough to evolve it on the spot if it could eat instantaneously) but doesn’t affect lifespan (unless they’re children, it’s kinda complicated). where was i going with this?
anyway, being generous, if we interpret in game hours as years then chao live like 33 years, and assuming they’re being fed it’ll take like 1.5 years to evolve the first time and 4 more years to reach full maturity. shadow’s chao is a fully mature adult dark run/run chao (with purple wings :D) so theoretically it’ll die or reincarnate in like 27 years. when dying/reincarnating chao cocoon similarly to when evolving for the first time, but when dying it’s white and when reincarnating it’s a very pale pink. in-game they take like 2 minutes or something to emerge from the cocoon so with taking an in-game hour to be a year, chao will cocoon for about a week. after reincarnation, the chao will emerge from their egg again, but will keep their names, 10% of their stats, and their genetic information like colouration (e.g. shadow’s chao’s purple wings).
lore wise, chao seem to be pretty uncommon and often only seen as children or newly evolved. it’s likely chao reincarnation and especially chaos chao are perhaps completely undocumented. chao have been on angel island for millennia though so knuckles probably knows a lot about it, either through relics documenting chao, or firsthand experience of seeing the chao up there reincarnate.
in 27 years, when shadow’s chao reincarnates for the first time, maybe there wouldn’t be the documentation to tell apart a death cocoon from a reincarnation cocoon. maybe any sparse documentation of chao life cycles would equate an adult chao cocooning with it dying. maybe after days of finding no answers he likes he’d find himself up on angel island asking knuckles it’s not true, that there’s something he could do, could have done, to save his chao. and knuckles, not knowing the colour of the cocoon, not wanting to get his hopes up, and even after so many years not fully believing shadow capable of making anything that happy, says no. there’s nothing he could do to prevent the inevitable.
so shadow has to accept it. and spends the rest of the week processing it. and on the final day, the day death cocoons would dissipate, he says goodbye to his chao. and the next morning he finds a chao egg right where the cocoon had been and can only stare. and a month later when it hatches, a baby chao with purple wings that already loves him stares right back.
about 33 years later it happens again. and instead of panicking, shadow puts the pink cocoon in a warm and cozy spot. and waits patiently. and a month later he greets his not-so-new born chao a second time.
a century or so later, there aren’t too many beings left that still remember him, and fewer that remember the chao that followed him everywhere. the few that do can see it looks pretty different than it used to. the horns and fire and gold eyes are pretty strange for a chao. still has those purple wings though
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annikasevenshots · 1 year
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SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I CAN'T HEAR YOU THIS IS LITERALLY THE BAD PLACE RN
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fangledeities · 6 months
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Monica Bellucci
Figure from unknown Deposition of Christ sculpture grouping, probably late 18th or early 19th century.
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strawberrybuggy · 5 months
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So like I read HeartStopper last night.
Like all of it.
Then I journaled the shit out of my feelings and went to sleep at like 10 am.
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mongo-the-liensis · 5 days
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Something that makes me crazy is the cat/mouse coding of Carl and the AI's relationship. Obviously predator/prey connotations apply - in the sexual predator sense with the AI making Carl commit sexual acts against his will, but also in this way.
The AI is the one with all the power; Carl is essentially a slave for entertainment and doesn't retain a lot of autonomy in the dungeon as an environment, much less in his situationship with the AI. The AI is able to force Carl to do things he doesn't want to because it is able to create situations in which he has to conform to its wishes. This means that not only is the relationship extremely onesided, the power dynamic is unhealthily out of balance.
However, Carl does flee as best he can, like a mouse. He dances just out of reach of the AI's lusting jaws. When he does get caught and batted around like a cat playing with its mouse, he plays along for as briefly as possible, before escaping the metaphorical grip to once again try keep himself out of reach. A literal game of cat and mouse.
The problem is in the fact that at one point the cat gets bored. The mouse dies. AIs are infamous for getting bored with their playthings, and Carl (and his friends') biggest worry is that the AI will just one day kill Carl like a cat does a mouse. Hence, Carl can't let himself stay in the AI's grip for long, and prolongs the chase, looking for a way out. But in the dungeon, Carl has nowhere to run to. No escape. He just has to evade as long as he can whilst giving in to the AI occasionally. This means that some of the only pieces of autonomy Carl has left (sexual freedom and freedom of choice) are stripped from him, which results in disgust at himself (especially for giving in), even though he has no alternative.
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x-heesy · 3 months
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😭
Wake up, it's Christmas morn
Those loved have long since gone
The stockings are hung but who cares
Preserved for those no longer there
Six feet beneath me sleep
Black lights hang from the tree
Accents of dead holly
Whoa mistletoe (It's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghost (I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water (red water)
Red water, chase them away
Well our table's been set for but seven
And just last year I dined with 11
And goddamn ye merry gentlemen
Whoa mistletoe (He's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts (I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water (red water)
Red water, chase them away
(Will chase them away)
(Go chase them away) @bigbonzo
ℜ𝔢𝔡 𝔚𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 (ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤) 𝔟𝔶 𝔗𝔶𝔭𝔢 𝔒 𝔑𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢
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stilettobite · 14 days
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🥀 ooc. its actually so fucked up when you like a song, then someone you dated (for 2.5 years) loves that song and artist so you think abt them when you hear it, so you associate it with them, and then you break up and the song applies to the breakup but you love the song but you just dont want to think about them so you lose it until 4 years later and you still think abt her but its like. fine now. you think abt her but you dont feel about her. its weird.
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