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aandrduty · 2 years

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exhaustedcatte · 4 months

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Detention, boys!

“–pair of troublemakers, they are,” Pomona Sprout wailed. “I know it was them, but there’s no way to prove it.”

Minerva, who’d just walked in, already knew who the offending duo could be. “Potter and Black?”

“Potter and Black,” she confirmed. “Charmed all of my Mandrakes to sing! Sing! Can you believe it?!”

A smile unwillingly pulled on the Gryffindor House-head’s mouth.

“What did they sing?” Professor Sinistra asked curiously.

Pomona ducked, shy. “I didn’t recognize the song, but Ms Bones said it was a muggle band called—ehem.” She cleared her throat and whispered, “The Sex Pistols.”

Minerva suppressed a loud guffaw, forced it back down her throat, and allowed a small grimace. Sinistra had no objections, laughing cheerfully.

“I bet you that was all Lupin,” she said, still grinning. “I’ve heard him giving gospels on muggle music with such ardor, you’d have thought he was being paid to advertise.”

Minerva didn’t know muggle music, but she knew her boys. This prank definitely had their signature on it, not just the handle on magic, but the careless display of talent.

Charming those noisy crybaby Mandrakes was no easy feat.

“I’ll hand out detention for the weekend,” Minerva said easily. “Potter and Black for the frontline work, Lupin for definitely pointing them towards the charms and Pettigrew for stealing all of your Mandrakes,” she raised her brows.

Pomona sighed, smiling.

The thing was, it was easy to detain them for smaller, localised pranks. It had their magical imprint all over it. While they had stepped into juvenile delinquency and thrown dung bombs, most of their practical jokes were, well, practical. Neatly studied and practiced. Difficult charms and jinxes. Hexes that Minerva had almost forgotten about since her own school days.

They’d made the suit of armours duel outside the Defence classroom, transfigured every single notebook in their class into origami birds, charmed it to fly away and got them all let off class. Hexed the Slytherins to speak in haikus for two full days. They’d also frozen the Lake into an ice rink in the cusp of summer post-exams. Pranks against which Finite Incantatem were useless. They put a lot of effort into their jokes, which somehow turned out just as remarkable as their neglected schoolwork.

But she’d given them many cauldrons and trophies and broom closets to clean for all of those, because she knew only they could be responsible for such intelligent tomfoolery.

What was difficult to pin on them was larger, vastly spread magic, because their trace was faint when it was distributed wide, mingling with everyone else’s magic. In theory she would put all her money on it being the Marauders, but she couldn’t simply accuse them when no one had seen them out of bed, no misbehaving, nothing. Very mystifying.

Which was why she was effectively silenced when she walked into the Great Hall on Tuesday. Everything seemed fine at first, but then she noticed, after hearing the excited tittering.

The Slytherins were emerald green. Minerva almost marched down to the quartet – the rivalry was telling. But she glanced around and saw the Hufflepuffs drenched in yellow. The Ravenclaws and Gryffindors were not spared either, dyed in their own house colours.

Minerva peered down her table. The other professors were trying to puzzle out how this had been achieved. She was silently proud that they kept glancing at the four boys on the far end, as if trying to read the answer straight from their brains. They knew no one else was capable of such advanced magic while still being playful.

Minerva looked over to them.

The Marauders were maintaining a strong air of ignorance despite the obvious looks being thrown their way from students and teachers alike.

Remus was stirring his likely fourth sugar into his tea, while Sirius kept nibbling the untouched toast from his friend’s hand. James was roughing his hair up and laughing at something Peter was whispering into his ear. They were also painted a vibrant red, probably as an alibi.

“I know it’s them,” Dumbledore said lowly, eyes dancing with mirth. “But I do think it’s rather spectacular, don’t you agree, professor?”

She huffed a laugh. “Yes.”

It was hard to tack this on them, not when Potter and Black, who despite knowing magic straight out of the womb, would vehemently deny everything and call it a fluke of someone’s luck. Not when Lupin, a severely clever werewolf who often downplayed his own intellect, would disagree politely and be off in that quiet way of his. Not when Pettigrew, the most unassuming and yet the sneakiest of them all, would lie impressively through his teeth.

She sat back and sipped her tea, enjoying the humorous sight of the bright morning sun reflecting off of the colourful skins of her students. But mostly she was observing her band of troublemakers.

They were still hanging off of each other’s shoulders like limpets, clingy and supremely codependent, in the best possible way. She watched Sirius proof-read a parchment Peter had given him. Remus was feeding James his scones and cream, who was trying, futilely, to tame his hair with a bottle of Fleamont’s Hair Gel that had just arrived with the owls.

These idiot boys, she thought fondly.

There would be no way to prove it was them other than their excited footsteps and victorious laughter that echoed through her office later that day.

Minerva McGonagall stepped into the hallway, unable to tamp down the pride in her voice when she called out, “Detention, boys!”

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dontbelasagnax · 1 month

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Ok fine! You’ve convinced me! I’ll learn how to draw specifically so I can draw codywan kissing, you’ve spread your gospel successfully

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How do you draw tho fr cuz I can doodle like, funky lookin birds but people is fully out of my depth send help

AAAA HELL YEAHHHH!!!!! LET'S GOOOO!!!!!

You've opened a can of worms asking me for art advice so *cracks knuckles* buckle up.

I sort of (only a little bit) use the Loomis method for easy head drawing. Here is a playlist of YouTube videos by Proko. Highly, highly recommend that channel for your art tutorial needs!

I start with a circle. For side profiles, I draw a line down the side of the circle to determine where the features will sit upon. I draw a triangular shape to mark where the orbital socket is. Around the middle point of the circle is where the jawline ends and the ear begins so draw a line there. There are proportion rules which are good guidelines when starting out in art but since I've been doing this my entire life, I have a feel for things and just wing it. That's to say, I put in a line implying the jaw based on vibes.

Next, I draw the eyebrows and brow ridge. Then the nose. I find I majorly base my proportions on this area so if anything is off, it throws the rest of the face off.

Then I draw the lips and chin... or in Obi-Wan's case, his beard. I will mark in his sideburns and hairline as well. Now, about ears: generally the top of the ear begins right around the top of the eyebrow and stops at the base of the nose. At this point I like to draw his eye, define the cheekbone, and refine the eyebrow. I'll finish scribbling in hair and that's it!

(Cody is much the same but I forgot to take useful progress pics 😂)

Extended Art Advice 👇

Tip #1: Draw lightly. Do not ever grip your pencil tight. This only leads to pain. You will notice I didn't erase at all. This is partly because I know what marks to make because I've done it a million times before and also because my lines are soft enough I can make lots of them and choose to deepen the ones that work.

Tip #2: Practice, practice, practice. Artistic skill is just loads and loads of accumulated knowledge and muscle memory from practice. This sounds boring but, in reality, you should make it fun.

Tip #3: Draw from observation/USE REFERENCE! The only reason I can get away without using reference when I'm feeling lazy is because I've drawn the same things over and over enough times it stuck. Aka I did lots of practice.

Now, to combine all these tips together, let's talk about how to use reference and how to make practice fun.

Reference is a huge aid when drawing at any point in your art journey. But I've found that in order to learn from what you're looking at, you need to think critically.

You obviously have something you want to draw. Reference helps you with that. You'll start out trying to draw what you see. Eventually you will run into an obstacle where you've messed up and things aren't looking good. This is to be expected. Every time this happens, think about what isn't working and find solutions with your reference. Analyze your subject to find your answers. Draw it again. Do not be afraid of failure. Each time you fail, you must look for a solution and this will lead you closer to your goal. This is how you grow as an artist.

I know, it sounds dreadfully boring and like a shit ton of work. It is a lot of work but you can make it fun! You love Obi-Wan and Cody so make Pinterest boards of Ewan McGregor and Temuera Morrison. Whatever you want to practice (may that be eyes, mouths, hands, hair, the face as a whole, etc) draw them. Ever hear tracing is bad? Fuck that. It's a perfectly valid tool to help you learn. If you're drawing digitally, pull up your reference in the art program of your choice, lower the opacity a little, make a new layer and trace what you see. I honestly find tracing to be very hard so when I've done this, I prefer to try to find shapes that will aid me when I'm actually drawing. If you're drawing traditionally, you can print out the photo and trace over it with a tracing paper or use a lightbox. You can also up the brightness on your computer screen and tape a piece of paper and trace that way.

Photos aren't the only references you can use! You can always look to your favorite artists' work and try to figure out how they do it. Often artists will break things down into more easily digestible shapes that will help you better understand how things work. Remember, if you ever copy or trace someone's art, it is for learning purposes only and you shouldn't post it. Feel free to take elements of people's art that you like and put your own spin on it though. For instance: I really love how this one artist draws men's tits so I studied a bunch of their art and now I'm much better at drawing them.

Oh and did you think you only get practice in while studying? Wrong! There's no reason you should shy away from trying to make the art you really want just because your skills aren't the most refined. Spoiler alert: you will grow the most when you push yourself out of your comfort zone. Draw codywan kissing. Draw it really enthusiastically and through profuse swearing and gritted teeth... but never a clenched hand. Don't hold back from the fun stuff just because it's hard. Aim high, land low, and shoot even higher next time.

In the beginning it will be especially frustrating. You'll feel like everything you make is a failure and nothing works out. You'll feel like you're not making any progress. Trust me, you are making progress and I believe in you.

If something really isn't working out and you find yourself growing distressed, take a break. It might last an hour or a week. Just take the break. Don't push it. Come back with fresh eyes and less stress. We all have days where nothing comes out right. Sometimes I can't even draw anything resembling a human face. It's okay. Whisper-yell expletives at your artwork and take the break. It will be okay.

With all that said, happy drawing and even happier codywan kissing!! 🧡💋🩵

#hope this helps!!!#(yes i did put my teaching hat on and break out my sketchbook to draw examples the moment i saw this in my inbox 😂)#ask box #lasagna rambles #my art #codywan

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yermes · 3 months

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PAC: ☕️

Sometimes you are the lesson.

Sometimes in life you are the lesson. You teach people how to love you teach people how to change and then you leave. People have and always will be such a funny thing but your fingerprints leaving traces on their existence is very real.

Disclaimer: please take what I say with a grain of salt and not as the gospel. I just want to share some ideas of practicing and giving advice using the medium as often as I can with school, work, and my own personal studies and practice. But I am working on sharing my notes soon so that will be exciting! Liking and sharing does a lot 🥰

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The cards

The Gent + The Garden 🎩 🪴

You draw people out and make the outside of their shell more of a safe place. When theres a party you are and kind but you never really belonged to the group as much as you belonged to the social aspect. You share yourself with others and sometimes a hand when they need.

Clover + Dog 🐕 🍀

You bring luck, joy, and true friendship to the ring. People love you and love hanging out with you and your loyalty is always unquestioned. When people need a true friend you provide it

Lily + bear 🌸 🐻

You have a strong moral code and people admire that. You teach people to be their best selves and that they can always be better than they are.

Extras: 🎣

Story/vent:

I have been so sad recently but ily

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novelmonger · 3 months

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Have you ever sat down and thought about how we're distantly related to Jesus?

Jesus has genealogies in the gospels, tracing back His human lineage. While Joseph was not biologically His father, Mary was His biological mother. They share DNA. Besides, every human being who's ever lived can trace their lineage back to Noah, and thus back to Adam himself.

So it's not just that we've been adopted into Christ's family. Because Jesus became a man, fully human as well as fully God, that means we're biologically related to Him.

And that's mind-boggling.

#christianity #this is one of those 'duh' moments but also...whoa

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dduane · 1 year

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At The New Yorker: a longish but interesting read for those celebrating this particular holiday.

The current scholarly tone is, judging from the new books, realist but pessimistic. While accepting a historical Jesus, the scholarship also tends to suggest that the search for him is a little like the search for the historical Sherlock Holmes: there were intellectual-minded detectives around, and Conan Doyle had one in mind in the eighteen-eighties, but the really interesting bits—Watson, Irene Adler, Moriarty, and the Reichenbach Falls—were, even if they all had remote real-life sources, shaped by the needs of storytelling, not by traces of truth. Holmes dies because heroes must, and returns from the dead, like Jesus, because the audience demanded it.

#Easter

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megabuild · 3 months

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If you could make the perfect empires smp season 3 (to you) what would it have?

futuristic setting, dropping the high fantasy vibes and trying something new

more mods i think it could be funny

pixlriffs is not on it because my little heart cannot take any more stress. but he maybe shows up as a tortured side character a la owen in season 2 and does nothing of note

flower husbands happens again and it's actually just blatantly toxic this time but people still try to make it cute

oli and joel have something going on and by something i mean gay sex

false leaves and another hermit swaps in which pulls a handful of hermit fans in but they quickly leave when they realise it's bad

a popular artist probably a mainstay from dsmp days gets really into sausage's pov and has their art and headcanons featured in series but then they get called out and they have to take it all down

aforementioned oli and joel gay sex gets a bit too out of hand and joel starts up even fresher boundaries discourse by restating he's not happy being shipped with anyone except his wife. oli in a counter-serious stream says he doesn't want to be shipped with anyone except joel who is a little piss boy

joey graceffa starts inventing lore for other people a la martyn 3rd life but it's clear he's never watched anyone else's videos because it's all really inaccurate. people start taking it as gospel anyway

an official makeship plushie by [CC NAME REDACTED DUE TO ONGOING LAWSUIT] is found to have trace asbestos in it

oli and joel are found to be having an affair in real life and the boundaries were all deflection. joel and lizzie both go on hiatus. oli starts streaming more regularly

it ends with smajor killing himself again

these are real predictions not wants btw

#asks #anon #empires #suicide

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veroniquesboutique · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 17 - Body Modifications & Spanking

For Kinktober day 17!

Shikamaru Nara x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!reader, female reader, stranger sex, protected/condom, spanking, tattoos/piercings, oral f-receiving, PV sex (missionary), uptight mother, badboy!Shikamaru, undefined age gap, pet names (darling), explicit consent

18+ Minors DNI

More under the cut!

You trace the dark lines of each image that decorates the tan skin on his arms. The tattoos flex and bend every time he moves, and when you finally glance back up at his face, he’s grinning down at you, watching you mesmerized by the art bled into his being. The bright light of the room glints off the metal bedazzled into his face.

“My mother would hate you,” you laugh softly, turning your attention back to tracing the patchwork designs on his skin, moving from his arm to his thigh, just above the knee. You’ve cuddled yourself into the crook of his arm, and his own fingers are softly trailing your unadorned skin on your upper arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. A laugh falls from his lips, but you’re distracted from the sound by the light that bounces off the metal in his mouth, on his tongue.

“Yeah, I’ve never been one to bring home,” He sighs out the air in his lungs at the end, watching your hands on his legs. “But that’s never really been my goal.”

You were new to college, having left your small hometown for a university in the big city a few hours away much to your mother’s chagrin, but you were even newer to picking up random, older men from the bar. Yet, just a few hours ago, you were a few tequila shots deep when this man who generally looked like bad news was making eyes across the bar at you. The liquid courage sloshing around inside of you coaxed you over to him, and as you pulled out the barstool next to him, he gave you an impressed and intrigued look through his long eyelashes.

“You keep looking at me. What gives?” Your words slurred even as you tried your hardest to stay clear and enunciated, and it made the mystery man giggle.

“You’re just cute,” He let his eyes slide up and down you body, making you feel hot, “Plus, you’re asking for trouble in a place like this looking like that.”

“That’s a gross thing to say.”

“I’m saying it because I’m not the only guy who has had his eyes on you all night,” He glanced around the room, and you suddenly felt like there were a million eyes watching your every move, like prey in the dark, dense jungle.

“I think I should go home,” You mumbled and tried to stumble out of your chair, but the stranger grabs your arm before you can leave.

“That’s the worst possible option right now,” he ushered you back into your seat and waved over the bartender. “I’m going to get you some water, and we’re going to sit here until you’ve sobered up. Then you can go home.”

And that’s what you did. You and this stranger - you learn through conversation that his name is Shikamaru - sat and talked for hours, only drinking water and chewing nervously through a whole bowl of salted peanuts. His voice would grovel a chuckle out when you told jokes, and it would make your face flush with a blush and a smile. He told you about what he does, what he did before, what he wants to do after, and every word to fall from his mouth was so interesting. And he treated every word to fall from your mouth like gospel, paying attention to you and only you as you told your own stories. Soon, the lights came on in the bar, it was closing time, and you were fully sobered up, so when he asked if you wanted a ride home on his bike, you felt fully comfortable asking if he wanted to come home with you.

Since a dorm room wasn’t exactly the most glamorous option, you two decided to go back to his place.

Now, you lay with him, cuddled in his bed, no move having been made yet between the two of you, and the sun will likely start peeking over the horizon soon, but you have no desire to sleep or leave or stop whatever you have going on with this man.

Your mom would really hate this.

Continued on AO3...

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64yrsold · 1 year

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about you

“I don’t want to bother you…” my voice wavered on the phone, “But, I think… I think you should come and get me,”

“Where are you?” he replied immediately, and I told him the address. “Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“No, I’m okay,” I answered, already feeling relieved knowing he was on his way. His voice was anchoring, and I listened to him like gospel.

“Alright,” his car started, “I’m headed out. I will see you in five minutes.”

“Okay,” I whispered, and hung up the phone. I sighed, watching my breath dissipate against the black sky. I could still hear my friends celebrating in the background as I sat on their front porch, but it all felt very distant. Maybe just a dream. I leaned against the paint-chipped railing, watching cars roll by, headlights reflecting off the slick streets.

“There she is,” he called, stepping out of his car.

I blinked. Had I fallen asleep?

“Hi,” I smiled, and he strode towards me, hands tucked into his coat pockets. He frowned, stepping closer.

“Were you…” he paused, “They didn’t come check on you?”

“I’m fine,” I insisted, and stood up, a bit wobbly, “It’s my fault, I just had a bit too much to drink,”

He offered a hand to help me down the stairs, and slung my arm over his shoulder.

“Shit friends,” he stated.

“I don’t know them that well,” I shrugged. He opened the car door, and unbuttoned his coat. He wrapped the heavy jacket around me, warm and soaked with his scent, and guided me to the passenger seat. He buckled me in, his hair brushing my face as he leaned over me. I wished he would stay like this. The seatbelt clicked in place, and he pulled back, looking at me closely.

“Precious cargo,” he winked.

He closed the door, walking around the car. He paused for a moment, staring at the house. A sigh. Then he continued, hopping into the driver’s seat. He blew on his hands to warm them, and turned up the heat. He pushed the vents to face towards me.

“Where to?” he asked, “I can drop you at home, if you’d like.”

“Sure,” I said, “It’s not too far from here. If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” he said quickly, shaking his head. He opened his mouth, but closed it before saying anything. He shifted the car into reverse, and we pulled off of the driveway. I gazed out the window, the passing street lamps flashing by me. I knew if I didn’t look outside, I would be staring at him.

The car slowed, tires scratching against the pavement as he pulled towards the curb.

“This is the one?” he asked, pointing at my apartment building. I nodded.

I looked at my hands, fingers knotting together. The air was thick and warm, blanketing us in his idling car.

“Thank you,” I said, reaching for the door.

“Wait,” he said, grabbing my wrist, “Sorry.” He pulled his hand away. “I just wanted… Well, I guess, thank you.”

“Hm?”

“Thanks for calling,” he said, looking at me with pleading eyes. “It feels nice, y’know, to know that you think of me.”

I scoffed.

“I think of you constantly,” I said, not thinking. Blood crept up my face, and I felt my chest tighten.

“Really?” he said. I glimpsed up at him, and was surprised to see his face soft, earnest. I nodded slowly.

“I’m consumed by you,” he admitted, and his hand cautiously brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s just torture without you.”

“Don’t joke about that,” I shook my head, smiling down at my hands, “Because I’ll really believe you.”

“I am not joking,” he told me, “I am not fucking joking.”

I reached a hand out to find his. He took it, tracing his fingers over my knuckles and bones. He flipped it over, pressing his thumb along the lines in my palm.

“Do you… Do you have to go?” he mumbled, pulling my hand to his mouth.

I shook my head.

“Thank you,” he smiled, kissing each knuckle. He held my fist to his forehead, bowing his head and sighing deeply. “I want to… I want to be careful with you.”

“Okay,” I murmured, and he sighed again.

“Just… You’ll have to be patient with me, okay?”

“Okay.”

#:-)#matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #matty healy x reader #Spotify #64matty

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chemdisaster · 11 months

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Scar's chest hurts.

He thinks he might be dying.

It's been this way since he spawned into this world—a dull, constant twisting beneath his sternum, right where his heart should be. This pain is expected, unfamiliar only in its intensity, and maybe that's what hurts the most—more than the throbbing beneath his ribs.

When you're named after heartbreak, there's only so much you can ask for from life.

He knew it was too good to stay. Once the sand is blown away by the treacherous winds, all he's left with is his own desert-dusted bones, a sun-kissed soul that Grian's lips never touched except in burning fury and skin that never did more than hold words within its grasp.

Grian is too good to stay, but maybe Scar is just too bad to stay for. His ghosts won't lie.

And as he stands atop his prison cell of a mountain, the bars of the cage choking him like the crystals in his pockets, he knows that all these weary limbs have ever known is truth. The gospel of swords, the honesty of a stack of TNT and the bitter, bitter truth of being alone.

Sometimes Scar will sit up at night, take off the flimsy veneer of his wizard's robes and touch his bare chest—pretend that he's tracing every wound on his heart, that his fingers are making them heal.

Looking out of the window to glimpse the half-moon of stone towers in the distance, he knows they're being reopened.

He supposes there is a kind of mercy in his bloody fate. In being able to pull arrows out of his flesh by the shaft and laugh it off and not let on that his heart took the brunt of the hit. In smiling as he feels letters carve themselves into the life-giving muscle that only ever spelled the end—his end.

It's a hollow performance, standing in front of an empty audience. Scar thinks he'd prefer it that way.

He might be dying.

Maybe he wouldn't mind that eventuality all that much.

#gtws angst #gtws #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #desert duo #last life #last life scar #ll scar #last life scar my beloved #llsmp #last life smp #worddisaster #trafficfic

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wolfythewitch · 8 months

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okay so uh, seeing you are semi interested in the Bible and you can totally ignore this and im guessing you're readding the kjv (King James Version) so I like to sprinkle some Bible facts that I can re-trace in my mind from my time currently being in a christian school

Most of the books in the Bible are either written by the main person involved in the story or a by-stander. For Job, it isn't written by himself and nobody is sure who wrote it and some traditional Jewish views think it was Moses. But hell it can be anybody maybe Jonathan even

Some of the Books in the Bible are use for story plot or for singing, poems or praising. Psalm is a very popular one for some its chapters like Psalm 23. Also sometimes Psalm is called Song of Songs.

And I also think you might like Ruth and Esther. Since you don't need to read like so many damn books just to understand the references the other books make. And whenever they make a reference of a place and you try to figure out of the landscape looks like. You could google (e.g. 'Israel map in Bible).

Okay, but like one more thing. Bunch of people think most, well Jesus is white specifically European-White. But sadly, due to the time, the painter(s) who were in charge of painting Jesus never probably seen someone from the Middle East and either painted themselves as Jesus or as an European-White.

Thank you for my long ted talk -🦈 Anon

Oh haha I've read the Bible a bunch because of church, though recently I've been going through it with a less religious lense. About Jesus, I have drawn him a bunch of times! You can probably find it on my blog with the Jesus Christ tag :D

But yeah that's really interesting!! I'm also looking into a lot of apocrypha haha. I Do like Ruth and Esther. I also really like whatever Saul's going on. My main interest is in the gospels though, those are always fun

#wolfy tedtalks #anon #wolfy religious tedtalks #fun fact i was in two national bible competitions back in elementary #is that middle school for you guys i have no idea #it had a main focus on the Pentateuch and we made it to the top five finalists

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fear-not-beloved · 1 year

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St. Teresa of Avila wrote: 'All difficulties in prayer can be traced to one cause: praying as if God were absent.' This is the conviction that we bring with us from early childhood and apply to everyday life and to our lives in general. It gets stronger as we grow up, unless we are touched by the Gospel and begin the spiritual journey. This journey is a process of dismantling the monumental illusion that God is distant or absent.

Fr. Thomas Keating

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bloodandthestars · 6 months

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𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃.

priest!au suguru geto x fem!reader. from JUDAS, a kinktober drabble series. mdni

tw: slight sacrilege? hint of suggestive :: author’s note: if any would like to be tagged, reply here or on the masterlist. Ty <3

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Tap, tap, tap.

A slow rhythm from the end of his ballpoint pen hitting his desk. The look in his eyes were dull, as every thought trailed into static. Crumpled papers missed his office trash can, a few scattered on his desk. Suguru sat in the neatly tucked away room of the church to come up with next week’s sermon. And well…the process was still ever going.

He was on another draft, a couple sentences in to introduce the theme. Yet he couldn’t get the words to flow. Each one felt more broad than before with no meaning. The pastor could jot things down, pull teeth each time, if it meant his thoughts could trail back to you.

And it’s not like he could help it. Your touch began to slither in his mind and bury itself there as soon as you left that evening. His own hand brushed over his forearm and it couldn’t remotely feel the same. Had it been that long? His face twists at the embarrassing thought.

Slowly, his eyes relaxed as they remained shut. He plays back how your fingertips merely brushed. There was a static shock, nothing for him be as delirious as he is right now— or at least under the surface. It seemed to crack the more he thought about it.

Your skin felt like a horizon, a warmth he didn’t know his body craved— yearned for since his years of freedom. Could you touch him like that again? Only to move higher? Would you trace the flex of his veins as if they were an outline to canvas? The soft hills of his muscles?

His head tilts. He tries to tear his focus away from you but it seems impossible. As if no force could rival the spiral of his thoughts. Your eyes, he rather his eyes irritate than risk one blink away from your gaze. He could look at you over and over and never be bored. It couldn’t have just been him the way you both linger on each other, could it?

He shakes his head at the thought, brows forming one frustrated line. No no, Suguru knows exactly what this is. Temptation has made its way into the church and it was the devil’s doing. His resolve was weak, mind not fortified when it comes to you. How could he be so blind to the sheer power of the dark arts? This was what his parents were afraid of— put in his head over and over to keep himself pure. They let his earrings go, the tattoo was a total mess. They don’t know about the smoking— would He find a way for them to know if he could not enact the Word?

His hand goes through his hair to pull him from what felt like an endless body of water. Would you run your fingers through his onyx locks? Caress it with care from root to end?

Suguru crumbled the paper in front of him, straightening the new one. His eyes practically bored into the white space wishing for words to appear.

‘Faith over fear…when all else feels fragile…turn to the word of God.’

He knows the word. Was taught of it in his youth, knew scriptures like the back of his hand. He studied as if it was the pinnacle of enlightenment, as it was such for his family. The pastor could hear his father’s authoritarian voice, his mother’s soft harmonies over the gospels, echoing in his head. So why can’t one verse come to mind for his teachings?

Suguru let’s out a sigh, running his hand over his face. Another rhythm comes about when his knee begins to bob up and down under the desk. Pen begins to slowly tap again. Fragile, fragile resolve. Weakness under the heavenly eye. Unraveling thoughts, unraveling, peeling, exposing, undressing, that dress, your skin, your body, your hands, on him, on his arms, his chest, his neck, his-

SLAM!

His hand slams the pen down on the wooden desk, panting as his eyes shot opening. His breath was twisted and ragged, holding it in a hard swallow to catch it. He goes on to shake his head and jump from his seat. Suguru gathers his things, fingers fumbling his pages into his bag. He grabs his thick coat and keys with a hand turning off the office light as he already was out the door.

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zahramorningstar · 3 months

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✨️Mari Lucifer✨️

In his book 'The Gnostics and Their Remains', Charles King equates the Gnostic Sophia with Venus Anadyomene (Venus Rising from the Sea) which appears on ancient magical gem stones as a naked damsel.

Manly Hall explains that Venus and Isis were names for Lucifer, telling us: "Being visible in the sky at sunset it was called Vesper, and as it rose before the Sun, it was called the Star of the Morning or Lucifer, meaning Light Bearer. Because of this relation to the Sun, the planet was also called Venus, Astarte, Aphrodite, Isis, and The Mother of the Gods".(The Secret Teachings of All Ages').

Magdalene is assumed by some to be interchangable with goddesses like Sophia, Isis, and Inanna. In his book 'Mary Magdalene The Illuminator', popular author William Henry tells us: 'Plutarch states that Isis was called Sophia.

She's also called Astarte, the goddess worshipped by Solomon. Each of these goddesses, in turn is the Babylonian goddess Inanna. Schonfield concludes that there is no doubt that the beautiful woman's head of the Templars represents Sophia in her female and Isis aspect -- and she was linked with Mary Magdalene in the Christian interpretation"..

The most famous occultist of the 20th - century Manly Hall, explains in his book 'The Secret Teachings of All Ages' that Isis "metamorphized' into the Virgin Mary.

Some scholars have tied the Virgin Mary to Magdalene. Theologian Cyril of Jerusalem held that the Virgin Mary was one and the same as Magdalene. In their book 'Jesus and

the Lost Goddess', Timothy Freke and Peter Gandy assert that the Virgin Mary and Magdalene in the Gospel accounts represent -- respectively, the higher Sophia and the fallen Sophia - aspects of the same character in the Sophianic myth.

Like Sophia, Magdalene was also associated with Venus. Rachel Geschwind (a professor in the Art History department at Youngstown State University) observes that in the 16th - century, paintings like Rossiglio's 'Conversion of the Magdalene' began to give Venus-like characteristics to Magdalene.

The explicit links between Magdalene and Venus perhaps point to Mary's true identity. When observed From Earth, Venus traces a perfect pentagram across the sky every eight years making a pattern of a rose.

This is known as the "Rose of Venus" or The "Pentagram of Venus". Magdalene is sometimes referred to as "The Rose" and those who diligently followed the Magdalene Mysteries were known as the "Initiates of the Rose Line".

In Southern France, Magdalene was known as Mary-Lucifera, connecting her to Lucifer. Isis and Diana were also known as Lucifera (see the book Magdalene Mysteries', by Seren Bertrand). As Author DeAnna Emerson tells us: "Inanna's name was altered to suit new languages. She was called Ishtar, Isis, Astarte, Diana, Venus, Magdalene -- one goddess with many names"

In his book The Templar Revelation', popular author Clive Prince tells us:

"As Nancy Qualls-Corbett and other recent commentators have pointed out, the depiction of Mary Magdalene in the Gnostic Gospels is that of illuminatrix and illuminator or Mary Lucifer, the Light-bringer -- the bestower of wisdom and enlightenment".

#mysticism #occultism #esoteric #venus #divine feminine #lux #aphrodite #lucifer #morningstar #mary #know thyself #knowledge #sophia #initiation #inanna

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operafantomet · 1 month

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Do you have pictures of the new restaged tour costumes yet? Do they still do the stripped down look?

According to MY gospel... the UK leg of the tour (2012-2013) was an absolute disgrace. The more I think about it, the more annoyed I am. I have never been more appalled by a professional POTO production. Luckilly the Maria Bjørnson estate put their foot down, so some of the costumes was amended. But the reinterpreted ballroom Masquerade and some undecorated costumes remained throughout. A special shout-out to the "flour girls" ballerina costumes in Il Muto, and the "Satyr" wearing half a Masquerade-Monkey-Girl costume...

When the tour hit the US in 2013 (-2020) some of these costumes were kept, or new copies made, but they merged them with rather opulent, unaltered US costumes. So the total was stripped-down-meets-large-scale, which was a bit confusing. But in large an improvement from the UK. As an example the new Sylvan Glade costumes. It was not Maria Bjørnson's original design per se - but at least reflecting on her mint/floral scheme, with corseted bodices and bell shaped skirts.

When the tour hit Australia in 2022-2023 a UK costume supervisor who knew Bjørnson's work well was hired to brush things up, and she made sure the original vision to some degree was restored. It meant the Phantom regained his fedora and traditional tailcoat PLUS a good mask, Christine's Star Princess costume had a hint of stars and moon, Carlotta's Managers dresses had trims and tassels, and her Masquerade costume had accessories and overall a coherent look, the Phantom's uniform Red Death was blinged up etc etc. In addition a lot of accessories - tiaras, jewellery, proper boots, whatnot - was added. It is the best the Restaged Tour has looked, costume wise.

Here they also restored the Sylvan Glade costumes to their original look, minus the flowers. Most or all US costumes seemed to be gone in Australia, probably due to ownership/budget. To add to the stock, the Aussie tour was supplemented with a lot of new/newer UK costumes, along with the old UK stock.

I won't say the Aussie production was perfect. For example, the ballroom vibe for Masquerade is still very much present, with generic black/white tailcoats for the men, and non-themed long dresses for the women. But at least the tailcoat clad men has been given a mask, and the women's costumes blinged or semi-themed up. The Victorian costumes were also boosted, or simply taken back to what Maria Bjørnson designed.

Am I exaggerating? I don't think so. Compare Angela M. Caesar's red Managers costume in the UK Tour compared to Giuseppina Grech's costume in Australia - for Angela's costume they removed all trims and decorations (as there were clear traces of previous decorations and seams in closeups), while Giuseppina's costume was fully decorated as per the design:

This might seem like a minor issue. But layers on layers on layers was Bjørnson's thing, and if you remove a large part of this you have an unfinished costume, one that should not be on stage. I am glad the Aussie leg of the tour amended this.

I have only seen a handful of curtain call photos from Austria and their previews so far, but it looks to me like they continue in the vein of Australia, albeit with the presence of a handful of US costumes. And as I type this I remembered all the souvenirs in Vienna making fun of tourists mixing up Austria and Australia. Heh. If pulling up a photo of Katie Hall in her undecorated (and to be honest quite wrinkly!) wedding dress VS Lisanne Veeneman's Vienna wedding dress I can't see it as anyting than an improvement.

That's the vibe from all rehearsal + curtain call photos I have seen so far. So yeah, Vienna appears to keep up the costume work from Australia, and I think that is a good thing. It means fully decorated costumes WITH accessories...

a good Phantom mask...

...and going back to original design as far as possible, including good wigwork etc. My major complaint will forever be Masquerade, but compared to how the Restaged Tour started in the UK in 2012 it is in a MUCH better place today. And I guess that is what we can ask for?

#phantom of the opera #restaged tour costume rant #restaged aussie tour #restaged austrian tour #heh!#restaged tour #anton zetterholm #lisanne veeneman #angela m caesar #guiseppina grech

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