adam wakes up, probes his side. rib gone, wound sticky. god's fingers have touched a place that will never be touched again. how does adam not curl up, swell and fall, beg god to touch him again. to touch him everywhere else. not just ribs but cheek, inner thigh, lap. the worst part of the side-wound is not that god penetrated you but that he won't do it again
It's God.
It's always been God.
It'll always be God.
Sometimes. I think about Feligami. And then. I think about the cousins. And then. I think about Feligami again
okay here’s a new and improved updated version where i don’t forget tumblr’s favorite holiday
there's a cat in my neighborhood with three little spots on his waist, so i've taken to calling him Orion 🌌
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
Hey did you know there's a tell all book about the behind the scenes of Meta and the author is forbidden from promoting it?
The good news is however that it's already published and can't be stifled and whoever didn't sign the NDA can promote it as much as they want.
*Takes you by the shoulders* I ADORE character profiles and character trivia and likes and dislikes sections. I love knowing this ruthless, heartless, cruel man of a character has a childish dislike for mandarin oranges. I believe in the inherent beauty of all characters, no matter the background or moral stance, being made fundamentally human by assigning them insignificant culinary preferences. I stand by the supremacy of humanizing villains by giving them relatable tastes and trivial interests and ordinary hobbies. I treasure the hidden reminders that everyone is inherently human even when everything else we know about a character might suggest the contrary.
uhh, dazai loses his ability for a day so he can pet the big cat <3
They are one of the best types of food
I love you samosas. I love you empanadas. I love you pasties. I love you dumplings. I love you pirozhkis. I love you savory food in a convenient little carb purse.
reblogged. reblogged. reblogged. youre all reblogged. none of you are free from my scrapbook
You have been with me from the beginning.
John 15:27
What if we had a prayer to Joseph like we do for Mary?
Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid, for it is through the Holy Spirit that this Child has been conceived in her; She will bear a son and you are to name Him Jesus, because He will save His people from their sins. Most chaste spouse St. Joseph, foster father of Jesus, let us come to you.
(Based on Matthew 1:20-25 and Ite Ad Joseph.)
Word Prompt: Briefing
Hits the button to go to the next slide and it's a 20 second cube transition
[Art Date: February 27 2025]
Hedda Medina (1911—1951). School of Grete Gross, Study, circa 1930.
Source details and larger version.
All sorts of vintage book imagery is here in my virtual stacks.
For the religious, please keep the Palestinians, Sudanese and Congolese in your prayers too.
Mary Magdalene in the Cave by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1876)
i really wonder what Julius Caesar would think of a bunch of neurodivergent rats huddled in a circle chanting ides of march ides of march ides of march and then cheering loudly on the 2067th anniversary of his assassination?
like would he cry?
Word Prompt: Briefing
Hits the button to go to the next slide and it's a 20 second cube transition
[Art Date: February 27 2025]
some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:
Point Defiance Steps
Mates
Rising Tides
Vashon Steps
this description of an image from harley MS 3244 made me laugh so hard i wheezed
Tell the Oracle, Julius Caesar sends the following message: a few days ago, you told me “Beware the Ides of March” and yet, I have had no such awares to be. I had a prophecy that was of substandard quality set before me. What Ides are there to beware? What the fuck is an Ides?
I have sent out soldiers, Romans like myself, across enemy territory in Gaul (and Rome too for that matter); and yet you treat me with contempt.
I have lain out my work as Pontifex Maximus Jupiter, and yet fate has not fulfilled what you promised me. No Ides to beware this March. Yet there is still that one (trifling) As of bronze I owe you for the poor prophecy you promised.
I shall ignore you, by all the seers and prophets who work with Apollo, and make use of my right of rejection on this “Ides of March” and happily attend the senate meeting with my fellow Romans, for you have treated me with contempt.
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“our adorable little students ♡”
Angsfest Shippuden era is top notch ❤
I just want to sketch them kiss but somehow my hand slipped. Sorry not sorry 😎
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