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Lucifer bleeds ichor when he falls his wings burning shreds like bright stars stardust dripping from his bare back his halo blasting in million shards of glass his skin melting like wax he closes his eyes against the dark space and wonders if God hears his pleads

in space no one can hear you scream | r.m (via ibuzoo)

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1000 Picspams Challenge | #476 - Modern Yeshua

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Archetype Inspirations | Demons who rise

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What Lot’s Wife Would Have Said (If She Wasn’t A Pillar of Salt)

Do you remember when we met in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless, and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing you, when we were young, and blushed with youth like bruised fruit. Did we care then what our neighbors did in the dark?

When our first daughter was born on the River Jordan, when our second cracked her pink head from my body like a promise, did we worry what our friends might be doing with their tongues?

What new crevices they found to lick love into or strange flesh to push pleasure from, when we called them Sodomites then, all we meant by it was neighbor.

When the angels told us to run from the city, I went with you, but even the angels knew that women always look back. Let me describe for you, Lot, what your city looked like burning since you never turned around to see it.

Sulfur ran its sticky fingers over the skin of our countrymen. It smelled like burning hair and rancid eggs. I watched as our friends pulled chunks of brimstone from their faces. Is any form of loving this indecent?

Cover your eyes tight, husband, until you see stars, convince yourself you are looking at Heaven.

Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god.

I would say these things to you now, Lot, but an ocean has dried itself on my tongue. So instead I will stand here, while my body blows itself grain by grain back over the Land of Canaan. I will stand here and I will watch you run.

Karen Finneyfrock

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As terrible as an angel, be afraid.

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Archetypes | JUDAS

A traitor is never just a traitor. He walks the field at night retracing his steps over and over until his feet bleed and his throat burns from the screaming. His betrayal is overwhelming, rippling out through his past and future until there is no end in sight, until the choice seems to have been all his life was ever meant to be. Could he have been so blind to his own evil nature, his own cruel lips, his base tongue, his own twisted soul? God roars through his dreams, the flames leap through his destiny, and always but always, he remembers the words of Jesus, as he gripped his face with a terrified fire in his dark eyes, and told him to do what he would do, and have it done quickly. Like it was scripture written onto his soul, Judas could not have done otherwise, consumed with a need that was never just for silver. It was too much, to be beloved of the son of God; it was always too much light to bear.

Like a dream, his lips ghost over and over the face of Jesus, giving the damning kiss, and silver falls through his hands, burns cold into his lips where the skin of the messiah he had loved was so warm. He desecrated his own soul that the children of God might be saved, he understands that now, but does not trust to the redemption it promises him, not when he is wracked with such a pain of remorse his bones ache and crack with it. Not when he cannot stop screaming out the name of Christ, his brother, like a prayer. He will die by his own hand, hanging in the field of blood with the word of God like love on his lips. 

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you wonder why these filthy humans get so many chances. an average human lies 17 times a day, so they all sin at least 119 times a week. you sinned once and got thrown out, wings ripped off by the branches of that wretched, wretched tree. mea culpa. you tried to go back up once, tried to build a tower, tried to reach beyond the clouds. you forget that the Lord your God is a jealous God, and he will never let you back in. it doesn’t matter that everyone suddenly started speaking different languages. you know what they were saying: usurper, usurper, usurper. you let yourself drop to the dust. mea culpa. every week, you go to a synagogue, a temple, a mosque, a shrine. you don’t know if you exist in all their stories, but you go anyway. if no one is to believe in you, then you will believe in yourself. the name of God burns in your throat. you think that maybe one day it won’t. you fall to your knees. mea maxima culpa.

TEKEL, Venetta O. (prompt by melanaigis)

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..may this joke land with y’all the same way it did for my sister and I lol

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Problems for a villain who’s fallen in love with the hero

How to make a plot villainous enough to attract they attention but tame enough they won’t get hurt

Would calling their cell for a random chat because like villain-creepy or stalker-creepy? Or both?

Okay so when they wink at me after a great comeback, is that just their charismatic arrogance or do they maybe like me back?

My newest villain monologue was gonna include this bit about my rough childhood but idk that feels like a fifth date fight subject

Should I update my outfit again? I think they like my new boots but the cape didn’t get the reaction I was hoping for

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Artist:  Carol Azevedo artstation

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me: soft, full of love, forgiving, kind, bright  also me: can hold grudges for years, bitter as hell, already cried twice today 

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original thread by @pukicho and several other users

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Artwork by:  Marina Krivenko

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so i rewatched the princess bride last weekend and i got an issue with it i never had before: vizzini’s a dumbass. we’re told he’s really smart– he tells us he’s really smart– but he doesn’t make one single smart decision in the entire movie. he doesn’t even make one sensible decision. 

-he left some kind of token of a guilder officer on the horse, then let it loose to ‘go home’. horses on the loose don’t always make it back home. frequently they get lost, stolen, or die, because horses are both valuable and ridiculous. they should have killed the horse and left it on the path with some kind of manifesto attached, like ‘consider this official notice from guilder that we’re stealing your princess, fuck you’. 

-he made absolutely absurd staffing decisions for a job that involved kidnapping an innocent women and then killing her to start a war. inigo’s a great duelist but his entire life is spent on a goddamn honor quest to avenge his unjustly murdered dad, and fezzik is huge and obedient but his background is being a show wrestler: neither of them are actually down with premediated murder. why the hell didn’t vizzini know this beforehand? 

-when the man in black was climbing up the cliff face, they could have taken the rope, tied a large rock to the end, then just lowed the rope to be about level with the climbing man and bonked him with it until he fell off. 

-leaving inigo and fezzik behind one by one was also overconfident and completely stupid considering, again, vizzini picked the wrong guys for the goddamn job. they should at least have ambushed the dude together while vizzini laid a false trail to somewhere dangerous (like the nearby fire swamp?) and then hid with buttercup somewhere else. a guy might be able to beat an honorable duelist or a giant wrestler, but if he can beat both at once, a ten or fifteen minute head start in a straight line towards guilder isn’t going to help anything.

-when the man in black catches up with vizzini, he’s holding buttercup at knifepoint. so like, what the fuck was his plan then? was he really going to walk backwards all the way to guilder with his knife on an angry, uncooperative girl’s throat and a man who can beat a duelist and a wrestler following along as closely as possible? 

-the minute vizzini realized the man in black had defeated both his guys and was still intent on recovering the princess and was furthermore gaining on him, he should have stabbed the girl somewhere slowly and inconveniently fatal, like the thigh or stomach, then run like hell. the man in black would thus be diverted from going after vizzini, even if he’d wanted revenge, by having to stop and see if he could save the princess. which he could not have: stomach stabs can take a while to die from, but you do pretty much always die from them. so with buttercup dead in mysterious circumstances, even with the man in black somehow involved, guilder could still be blamed. 

-anyway, prince humperdink, next time you wanna start a war with guilder, please DM me, im not going to fuck it up like this jackass

-hey come to think of it why the fuck didn’t humperdink just hire a guy to dress up in a guilder outfit and assasinate the king? he’d get his war and inherit early. humperdink DM me i wanna talk