#I Am Sacred

[peanutseagle]

imagine being obsessed with drawing your crush haha couldn't be me 💕

[arinmoss]

Beautiful trans man for the lads :3

[cristianpaduraru]

Leviticus Explained

The book of Vayikra (HE Called) or Leviticus (GR Laws) is teaching how anointed priests from the tribe of Levi to fulfill commandments to live holy in the presence of God as His people. http://relate4ever.com/wp-content/03-Leviticus-Audio-KJV-Relate4ever.mp3 What helped you the most from the this message? We are Singing Scriptures – key verses 11:44-47, 19:18  I am Iehovah who brought you…

[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick Grimes in The Ones Who Live | 1x04 - What We

[147-moths]

so. yeah i printed and bound sacred and terrible air

[bruciemilf]

People neglect the fact that Jason was a youngest child once, and, if we're talking being heartbroken over being replaced; His beef would be with Damian. Yes, he IS, petty enough to throw hands with a 10 year old for his old teddy bear and blanket, B R U C E

[vaguely-concerned]

lucanis truly has a near terminal case of burned out golden child syndrome. caterina fucked both of these kids over so incredibly bad with the dynamic she enforced there, with illario being labled the perpetual fuckup kid where lucanis 'could do no (would never be allowed to do) wrong'. the way he admits in the first coffee date scene that the only thing that happened when he showed he could carry the weight of expectation was that more weight was added makes me so sad. you can hear it in caterina's voice in his intro mission that she's incredibly proud of him, but this is clearly a leandra and hawke situation where that pride never translates into relief or resolution or unconditional warmth or understanding or anything that really helps.

[mistfallengw2]

Feel free to be more specific in comments/notes if you want! If you want to elaborate further, how do you organize them? By role, species, age, alphabetical order, vibes or something else?

[palin-tropos]

we cannot all die, for we are innumerable — we are humankind! therefore, we will win

Narmandakh aka "Manya", call sign "Albatross"

(or, POV you are a lorry driver and you are being expropriated in the middle of the pale by a gang of anarchocommunist pirates and their leader is inviting you to join their world historic negentropic mission)

art by @excalibutt (thank you <3 <3 <3)

[amanitacurses]

[louisperfectxon]

one day you're 13 and one direction is the most important thing in your life and will be for several more years and you spend your days listening to their music tweeting about them reading fics and writing some where you are their best friend because you just love them so much you wish so badly you were their friend, and the next one you're 25 and one direction hasnt been around in almost a decade but its 1am and you're uncontrollably sobbing while reading that old fic you wrote at 13 where you were liams best friend and looking at pictures from when he was a small smiley innocent kid and wondering how the hell it its that he has just passed away

[minothtime]

Genuinely confused at the reaction to the Pokémon folk tales. Do people not realize most of them are repurposed from many different cultures?

Apart from that, it's very clear that the Pokémon that appears does not matter at all because there are many different versions of a single tale. The infamous Thyplosion tale was originally about Slaking, then about Piloswine. The Lapras and Octillery tales are the exact same. There's at least three variants of the Ursaring tale, and one of them is a Rapidash.

Why is everyone so shocked? Have you never heard a folk tale at all? Just off the top of my head, Greek mythology has a LOT of stories about Zeus fucking around as an animal, Rome's founding myth is literally fratricide, Egyptian mythos has a human heart being put in a scale... And suddenly you forget that exists because I guess dogshit interaction bait is too good to pass up?

Anyways. Diving deep into the leaked myths many interesting things come to light. None of the myths were used most probably because the Time/Space duality made more sense than Light/Time (the most mentioned combination), I think.

On another note, some original text has been repurposed in modern games. For example, Old Verse 18 (iirc) is identical to s mantra repeated all over the different versions of the Creation Myth: "Do not anger [Palkia]. Do not sadden [Dialga]." etc. The names are censored in the Old Verse and in the Canalave Library, but it's very clearly rhe exact same composition.

anyways, I'm currently working on a big Pokemon theology worldbuilding doc for ME and ME ALONE and it goes so deep you wouldn't believe. it also is so much fun it's as if a new game just dropped.

if anyone has any questions about any myth revealed PLEASE ask me i know way too much now and I think I found a way to make it make sense

[barksbog]

lies i tell myself:

i´m normal about Disco Elysium and Sacred and Terrible Air

i can definetly cope with the future of Revachol and it´s population

i don´t loose it anytime someone claims the Pale is a metaphor for climate change or they didn´t care about it

i do not lie awake in bed at night feeling sick about the phrase "Linoleum Salesman"

My attachment to green and orange color schemes is purely aesthetic

I can go a day without saying "entertain the Cuno!!"

I will not paint a giant disco elysium communism mural on our house or tattoo it on my body

i can look at maybells and apricots they do not make me horribly sad

i will not build my own Locust City to honor the Cuno

I can have playlists that include no (0) tracks from the disco soundtrack

[quick-catton]

what does it say about me that i watched bro put some sorta curse on an entire family, eat spaghetti like a rabid dog, and take a bite out of his own arm, and my brain went 'oh the poor thing, i can fix him :('

[stressfulsloth]

Thinking about Disco Elysium and stars. Something about communal experience and simultaneous isolation, hope and idealism, fear and beauty and terror and burning. The inherent horror in the vast romantic starscape of the sky, the melancholy and loneliness inherent in the untold distance, a communal experience of something too enormous to fathom. Stars bear witness to humanity, to the millions of tiny people crawling on the face of Elysium. They watch the people, and the people watch back, and make up stories about the stars. Stars symbolise love, hope, something unreachable and unattainable.

The way that the light of the stars reaches every single being in Elysium, from human to phasmid, but no matter how far it reaches it is still a cold and distant glow, always on the verge of going out. A moral brilliance, a holy light to strive towards, something always at risk of burning out, but there's a dichotomy too. A duality between the stars as brutal unfeeling observers, moralists even, like the aerostatics flying overhead, tiny dying lights that watch impassively over every terrible thing in the world, and the flipside; stars as the burning kernels of hope, furious burning flames that parallel Harry and his golden-orange forest fire nature. Stars as the light of communism, the star-and-antlers. They're hope and dreams- a million years in the stars. Rockstars and superstars. The light of a brighter future (however short-term that future might be) coming towards them at the end of the tunnel. It makes me think of Sacred and Terrible Air and the light pollution in Vassa- ending light pollution as the world ends. "You may laugh at this, but in the evening, when the big world in the distance swells into a bloody maelstrom, families come out into the street in Vaasa and are insignificant together. Only distant explosions disturb the deep peace of the winter night, its flawless starry sky. Everyone watches, heads tilted back." The stars are a shared experience. Something that everyone watches, insignificant together, when there's nothing more that can be done. Light in the face of darkness, community in the face of inevitability. Togetherness. The stars are there in the church with the ravers. They're there watching Harry and Kim together. Insignificant together. In dark times, should the stars also go out?