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wisdomfish · 2 years
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When God desired to cure Babylon, and she would not be cured, she was given up to destruction (Jer. 51:9). When Jerusalem would not be gathered under the wing of Christ, then their habitation was left desolate (Matt. 23:37,38). When wisdom stretches out her hand and men refuse it, then wisdom will laugh at men’s destruction (Prov. 1:26). Salvation itself will not save those who spill the medicine and throw away the bandage. It is a pitiful case when this merciful Savior will delight in destruction; when the one who made men will have no mercy on them (Isa. 27:11). ~ Richard Sibbes
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offsetvinylfilm · 2 months
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Check out this awesome 'Distressed Mr T Cereal Box - Authentic Vintage Style' design on @TeePublic!
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uncanny-tranny · 11 months
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The sheer pity party some alloromantics expect of aromantics is really funny to me. The expectation is that we ought to feel broken or afraid that we will never be worthy of anything if not for a romantic relationship, but as the years go on, I've been so much less inclined to feel those ways.
People expect aromanticism to feel like a prison, and I think that's looking at it wrong. My aromanticism never imprisoned me - amatonormativity did. Being aromantic taught me that I can never and will never be "made whole" through romantic attraction. Amatonormativity teaches that to be whole is to be pursued, to be in love, to be possessed, essentially. Being aromantic has freed me of those expectations because I had to break those chains in order to truly understand what will make my life worth living.
I've been finding more and more that being allo will never appeal to me - I don't give a flying fuck about allo being "normal," and frankly if being normal means being allo, I simply just won't be normal.
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dylan-hart · 1 year
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(y/n): [picks up phone when it rings] hello?
tyler: i’ve kidnapped your girlfriend.
(y/n): which one?
tyler: what do you mean- the one that’s currently smirking at me!
(y/n): oh, yeah, wednesday. just a heads up, you don’t have her, she has you. [hangs up]
enid: [walks into the room] who was that?
(y/n): some imbecile who thought he had kidnapped wednesday and not the other way around.
enid: [sighs] i’ll go get the shovel…
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julijbee · 4 months
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I present you with a hypothetical, it goes as follows:
A man sees the world only in shadows, and understands it only as so. If he stands close to another, their shadows eclipse. Does he believe the two shadows belong to the same thing? Does he believe to be close to something is to become it? Does he fear what moving apart from that shadow might do? Does he not know fully what he fears, in moving away, forgetting-or not understanding-what he is when he isn't a shadow of something else?
Is he a fool for this? Do you take him for a fool? Answer me.
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anoray · 2 days
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Me watching Omega plotting in full on Batch mode this last episode:
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wait-here · 1 year
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I pity the fool that loves me
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Me: and thats the whole plot of MCD season 1 & 2
My friend: that didn’t sound so bad, maybe I should watch it
Me: wtf no why would you do that to yourself it sucks ass
My friend: …but y-you like it?
Me: I HAVE THE ADVANTAGE OF NOSTALGIA YOU’RE GOING IN RAW THAT AIN’T GUNNA BE A GOOD TIME
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wazzi2ya · 1 month
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Angel Dust: *Ruffling through Vox's room to find anything that could help the hotel beat the V's*
Vox, entering the room, pausing and then sighing: Angel, what the fuck are you doing here?
Angel Dust: Oh, you know, looking for...uh...cocaine.
Vox: ...I don't even have a nose.
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arctic-hands · 10 months
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Like.
I get it.
As I got older I used to pity the adults in my life who only ever got poorly handmade gifts as presents for Christmas and birthdays because that's all their children could give them. I pitied them for having the smiley politely and gush about a 2D house made of Elmer's glued together popsicle sticks, when they could have gotten like an Xbox or something if someone really cared about them. I even cringed in embarrassment at all the weak, handmade crafts I gave people when I was small.
But like I'm not even a parent and right now if some child gifted me a torn out page of a coloring book filled with just scribbles over the lines? I would prolly weep with gratitude. God help me if an adult in my life gave me something they drew or sculpted or painted or knitted or what have you, and despite how tentative and nervous they are to give it to me because they don't think it's good enough to be worth enough as a gift, I would die of pure bliss
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sciderman · 9 months
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I’m envious that so much of your life is dedicated to creating Spideypool content. 70% of my Spideypool time is reading fics or obsessing over fanart; only about 30% of my Spideypool time is actually spent writing my fics. And I haven’t actually finished enough of one of them to post anything. One day I hope I can change that ratio and spend much more time blessing the Spideypool fandom the way you do with your abundance of written and visual Spideypool work.
"im envious that so much of your life is dedicated to creating spideypool content" are words i never expected to ever hear in my lifetime... wild and freaky of you i think, you craaazy...
it's a trade-off because i consume so very little of it... but my tastes are very... singular... i think in a post-mcu world, it's become a lot trickier for me to find spideypool content i can enjoy, so i kind of have to furiously create it - and kind of all my favourite spideypool creators from that beautiful pre-mcu era have moved onto different pastures... where'd they go... oh i miss them so...
i certainly used to read a WHOLE lot more spideypool pre-homecoming, but since the homecoming-imposed hiatus, i've found it difficult to trust again...
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fecto-forgo · 8 days
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yes random blog that only started existing 5 days ago n reblogged nothing but the most popular posts in the palestine tag before posting once abt your copy paste donation message im sure this ask you sent me is all very real n true
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alphagodith · 2 years
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i think the saddest thing about toxic fandom hate (antis) is that it has become so normalized that otherwise nice fans no longer question why they are treating other nice fans as sub-human just because they enjoy one fictional thing that the others don’t. they just accept it as normal to bully and harass people they COULD be great friends with, over something as simple as a difference in taste regarding FICTION.
imagine running a pizza parlor and trying to ban everyone who likes pineapple on their pizza. you don’t serve pineapple on pizza, they enjoy it in their own homes and it doesn’t involve you, but how dare they enjoy something you find gross! can’t have them being happy anywhere near you, or even giving you their money for non-pineapple pizza! can’t risk them ‘corrupting’ your pizza by adding their own pineapple to it, even tho literally noone but them will know about it, and everyone will still know that you DON’T put pineapple on pizza. their own taste literally has no effect on you but you treat them as less than human for it... who’s really the problem here?
next time you try to dehumanize/exclude an entire group of people, maybe ask yourself WHY they deserve to be treated that way? are they actually causing harm, or do you really think it’s okay to hurt people just because you personally find one of their interests ‘gross’?
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ladysophiebeckett · 3 months
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we could have avoided a tragedy had wilson simply gossiped to armando in his whiskey jaundice induced state that he witnessed his assistant break up with her boyfriend.
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fairytaletold · 3 months
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@yxkanna // continued.
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It's not the yell that alerts Vasile to the fact that someone is in danger. No, he hears a long way before that — the frantic footfall, erratic breath. By the time there's the unceremonious splash of a body falling into the stream, he's tracked the unlucky soul down, getting the smallest allowance of a glance before he's sucked underwater without a sound. It doesn't take him that long to dispatch the owlbear ( who turned on him, in lieu of other targets ), but by the time he makes it downstream to fish the body out, it's simply that: unmoving, devoid of pulse and breath, and Vasile knows almost immediately that nothing he does is going to help.
It's both fortunate and decidedly not that he knows someone who can.
Some unknown impulse has him gathering the man in his arms, brushing a lock of dark, damp hair away from a paling cheek. Slipping through the nearby village to sneak through a familiar door, droplets of water pooling on the floor beneath the place he waits for her to hear. His plea is simple — save him, please — but his payment is anything but, and she marks it down as just one more thing to add to his growing tab. Akordia leaves with a parting look that suggests this conversation isn't over, and he grimaces, lamenting the fact that she absolutely will not forget.
And then the man coughs, furiously alive as he struggles to draw in a breath, and Vasile realizes a moment too late that he's still fucking standing here with him. Their eyes meet, and if he were human, Vasile might have flinched outwardly; instead, he goes impossibly still, devoid of even the rise and fall of his chest.
❛ You — uh, are you — feelin'... okay? ❜
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doylewesleywalls · 15 days
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Susan Tedeschi and Derek Trucks, wife and husband, lovers of the blues. Watch all the way through to the end.
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