OK so I used to think that Catholics thought Mary was super cool because being Jesus’ (earthly) mother was a huge responsibility and she must have really been Something and I would joke about them thinking she was like a fourth member of the trinity but like… do they actually think she’s basically God’s wife and is up there next to God
Like the angels are all singing “holy holy holy” in the divine throne room and Mary’s just chilling right there next to God?
That would simultaneously explain how weird about her they are and also make the weirdness far weirder to me
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In all of [your suffering] there [may indeed be] a severe chastening for [some sin], and [your conscience may be painfully aware of] it. Yet God [does] not forsake [you] during this time of chastening. He [is] there for [you] at this time also. He [is] not out to destroy [you,] but to correct [you].
David Guzik
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I submitted the Star Princesses from Pretty Cure. Did they make it in? I submitted them before the groups rule was clarified, but they don’t really have distinctive personalities, if that affects your decision. (Unless we’re counting their former 13th member, who was kicked out, but I personally wasn’t counting them)
Ah, I see. If that's the case, then I suppose they would qualify! I'll add them to the potential competitors list.
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"Hey-hey." Pats the flustered and defeated goddess on the shoulder. "What do you think about being the caterer for a happy couple's meal, sweetheart~?"
"...You're going to eat me again, aren't you?"
"Y'know I only have so many extra bodies I can project my consciousness into..."
"Just get it over with."
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(( Anyhow, I just realized that I’ve never talked about this on here before, but: the noodle I always put in front of merfolk eyes is an organ that they have specifically to remove salt from their bodies! It’ll come out as a kinda extra-goopy and extra-salty tear and, yes, it is what’s being made when Miranda cries!
She still has to remove that salt semi-regularly though, and if it’s uncleaned it can form a crust around the eyes... But, because merfolk have hands and also dignity, they’ll usually just wipe it away and clean their faces, no big deal. Underwater it’s not as much of an issue either, since it’s easily washed away.
They can also forcibly “sneeze” that salt-goop out if they so want, and while this effectively does nothing underwater, it does mean merfolk can sneeze extra salt in people’s faces if they want. It’s a bit like spitting in someone’s face, though. Rude.
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I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.
It's right-handed
I am right-handed
There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly
I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.
There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.
I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.
A homo erectus made it
Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.
Who were you
A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?
Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?
Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?
Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?
Who were you?
What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?
What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.
Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?
Or has it always been divine?
Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?
Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.
The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.
Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?
I'm not religious.
But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine
I don't know what is.
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