#Mary Magdalena
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thevirginofthelillies · 1 month ago
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Octave Tassaert, Dying Magdalene (Madeleine Expirant), 1857
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adeliuna · 1 year ago
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Hugues Merle - Mary Magdalene in the Cave. ( detail )
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theancientwayoflife · 7 months ago
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~ Mary Magdalene Borne Aloft.
Artist/Maker: Taddeo Crivelli (Italian, died ca. 1479, active about 1451-1479)
Date: ca. 1469
Place of origin: Ferrara, Emilia-Romagna, Italy
Medium: Tempera colors, gold paint, gold leaf, and ink.
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leah-lover · 8 months ago
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Closed for maintenance . Leah Williamson × reader
Reader embarks on a new journey with a new club. Part 1.
My day started out like any other in the past 4 weeks. The beeping sound of my alarm wakes me up, I dread the thought of getting up even though I still do, I get my shit together, I leave for training, come back a few hours later and go to bed early.
My days have been blending in ever since that heart shattering break up. However, today had a little twist to it. As I was leaving the gym to go to the physioroom I got called into the Manager's office. Upon getting in, the coach said “hey, so I called you here to let you know that we are going to transfer you. You have been an absolute killer for our team. You will always have a place between us. The thing is your dynamic with the team has been off which has been causing some tension. And the best thing I thought to do was to transfer you this January.” Shock couldn't describe the state I was in. Running on autopilot, I got out of the coach's office, got my things and departed home without talking to anybody, which has been my pattern this past month.
My head was in the clouds for the entire drive, and when I got home I threw myself on the coach and started sobbing. About 20 minutes later I called my best friend the only person I trusted more than anything.
“Hey are you okay? The girls are worried about you, tell me what is going on please”said kristie with a worried tone
“Well tell Sam and the team not to worry anymore. Emma has decided to ruin my life and get rid of me. I won't be at Chelsea anymore. I am basically fired.” I replied, now more angry than sad.
“What the hell are you talking about? Are you transferred where? when? How ? Are you okay? Did you tell her?.” She asked.
“I think it will be announced tomorrow at the meeting. I don't know anything kristie Chelsea is home. Niamh is home. I can't live without them.” I replied, memories of Niamh and I fludding my brain.
“Sure you will. I love you bubs no matter where you go.” She said, “Me too buddy, me too.” I added, sadness creeping into my heart again.
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It has been an eventful week. It was announced that I would leave Chelsea for Arsenal. The topic has been the talk of the town. From newspapers, Instagram pages, fans on Twitter, Arsenal fans were excited to have me. However, Chelsea fans were bitter I was let go. Most of the mean comments were directed at Emma and Chelsea which I thought was fair. I was the leading goal scorer in the WSL and we were on a great track record to win the league again.
I got a new apartment, and a new car. I tried to begin again. A clear slate and a focus on winning with my new team, the gunners.
Today was the first day of practice. The girls are really nice. This team, this family, seem really gelled together and they seem to start getting me out of my dark hole.
“Hello you.” Said Beth, “I hope you are well and I well we want to let you know you are very welcome and we hope you have a great time with us here.” she added. “Me too “ I responded.
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It has been over 2 months since that last interaction with Beth, who I can call my best friend now. Her, Steph ,Katie and I have been inseparable. Arsenal have been on a winning streak since I got here. I seem to enjoy the way they play and interact with each other.
The player I enjoy hanging out with the most is my second Captain, which I can never fully admit.
Leah has been fun, heart warming, safe and a friend and a good one. I can't let whatever is happening affect my career again. I dated a teammate before it ruined my career, or so I thought.
“Ladies, how are we feeling about a party? We won again thanks to wonderful strickers. Let's have a party, we deserve it.” Said Katie on the bus. Shortly after a plan was made.
We went to a bar, we drank, sang, danced, and it was that time of the night where I got hungry for warmth. Human connection however unmeaningful. So I kissed the first girl I fancied.
That's when I felt a hand separate me from the girl and drag me outside.
“You are drunk, let's go home before you do anything you will regret.” Said Leah with an angry tone. “ Let go of me, I am lonely. I need this, please let go.” I pleaded with the alcohol affecting my judgment.
“ You are a fool if you think I would let you put yourself in danger. You are important to me, you should know that. Now let's go.” She ordered.
“ I am not going anywhere with you, you are not my girlfriend.” I protested.
That's when she pulled me in for a small kiss. That felt reassuring but not abusive of my drunk state.
“ You are not kissing anyone or going anywhere tonight. Home it is. Now stop complaining and get in please.” She said with a pour on her face. I did as she said, my mind still on the feeling of her lips.
This is going to be a lot to unpack in the morning.
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alexbkrieger13 · 4 months ago
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part 1
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mysunshinetemptress · 3 months ago
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Lil McCabe’s protection squad assemble
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wgm-beautiful-world · 3 months ago
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St. Mary Magdalene Church in Jerusalem, ISRAEL
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obeissancecadaverique · 1 year ago
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Mary Magdalene in Meditation, c.1623
~Jusepe de Ribera (1591-1652)~
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thegirlintheblackdress · 11 months ago
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Maria Magdalena penitente
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pobodleru · 1 day ago
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hedghost · 11 months ago
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who’s ready for more…
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Part Five: Fantasy, Magical Realism, Historical, Dark Contemporary, Literary Fiction, Mystery
In honour of @trinity-dose-stuff enlightening tiktok, and with a heavy dose of tillies for @celmeme ;)
Note: Again, haven’t read most of these - please remember to check content warnings before reading!
Links: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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Ellie Carpenter: Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth
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Sydney Lohmann: We Set the Dark On Fire by Tehlor Kay Mejia
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Phallon Tullis-Joyce: Last True Poets of the Sea by Julia Drake
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Fridolina Rolfo: Rosewater by Liv Little
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Pernille Harder: After Sappho by Selby Wynn Schwartz
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Alex Greenwood: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab
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Mary Fowler: The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri
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Ana Maria Crnogorcevic: The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nghi Vo
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Magdalena Eriksson: Everyone In This Room Will Someday Be Dead by Emily Austin
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Ellie Roebuck: She's Too Pretty To Burn by Wendy Heard
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Emily van Egmond: Fingersmith by Sarah Waters
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Jackie Groenen: Milk Fed by Melissa Broder
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Alanna Kennedy: Dykette by Jenny Fran Davis
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Caitlin Foord: A Restless Truth by Freya Marske
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Mackenzie Arnold: All the Bad Apples by Moira Fowley Doyle
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christliche-kunstwerke · 3 months ago
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Christus und Maria Magdalena (Noli Me Tangere) ca. 1889 von Gustave Moreau (oil on panel)
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koredzas · 10 months ago
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Bramantino - The Adoration. Detail. 1485
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leah-lover · 8 months ago
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Meeting again. Alexia putellas × reader.
This is a look into the beginning of Alexia and reader's relationship before the big event.
This is part 1 of a series.
My life has been a bliss. As a Spaniard my dream was to join barcelona. I started out at the youth academy and moved up the rank until I found myself as a part of the senior team. 
My journey was full of ups from winning championships with my dream team to winning individual awards. However, I had a few downs, most notably my ACL tear. When I tore my ACL I thought my career had ended. My road to recovery was nothing short of hard but I got through it and came back stronger. I couldn't have gotten through it without my support system at barcelona. I had a whole network of loving friends who helped me, some I grew up with at the academy and others I met on the team. 
My most notable friend was alexia putellas, she and i met in my early days at barca. We bonded over our chosen path, and our will to do anything to be the best. In our early days of friendship I was always in awe of Alexia's eyes. I would find myself gazing into them for a long time.
One day while we were in the tactics room she whispered in my ear with the biggest smirk on her face “ you are staring people are gonna notice.”  my cheeks immediately turned red but i didn't say anything i just refocused my thoughts on the coach.
After everybody left the room, alexia and i stayed behind and closed the door. 
“Do you want to tell me something?” she said with a smile on her face. 
“ Always cocky. It's not funny anymore.” I responded, which led her to stop.
“ and i don't know if i should tell you anything.” I added.
“ Then don't;” she said. She then pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. The motion was swift but surprising. Without hesitation I leaned into the kiss. We didn't separate until our held breaths gave out.
“ Well, that answers that I guess.” I said, holding her hand.
Our relationship was almost perfect for 6 years after that. Of course we had little spats but nothing major. The world didn't know about us but our barca family did. We did everything together. We roomed together, sat in the locker room next to one another. We even captained our team together. She was a midfielder and I was a forward, our chemistry was pertinent on and off the pitch.
While our relationship was thriving, so was women’s football. More eyes were on us every year. The compassion got harder and we got better. We won several league titles,cups and even the champion’s league. The little spats started after Alexia won her ballon d’or. Alexia was a perfectionist, football was her life and it was mine too. We would get cuddled up in bed and watch hours of footage together and we both loved it. But the pressure was too much for her and she started to act out. She would stand me up for dates, not answer my calls, and leave me to go to bed alone. She made me feel like I was an inconvenience to her. I felt like I lost all priority in her life. 
One day I got home from training and left her behind like I had been doing for months. We were supposed to go  have lunch with my parents but she said she had to do extra training so we switched it to dinner. After about an hour of waiting after I got to the restaurant, my parents decided to go home without eating because Alexia didn't show up. She left me stranded  and ashamed. So I decided to end our relationship. I deserved better than to be number 2 in her life. Not after all we had gone through together. 
I got home, packed my bags and waited for her by the door. When she arrived I immediately got up.
“ You not coming to tonight's dinner is the last straw. I tried to be patient but I can't anymore. I love you, I always will. But I am leaving you and barcelona. I am not renewing my contract.3 i said, i then went to her and kissed her. Surprised, she whispered “ I am sorry, please don't leave.” 
I kissed her again and left. 
That was 3 years ago.
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alexbkrieger13 · 3 months ago
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PP photo dump time 🥰
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bestiaquartararo · 1 year ago
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- women's world cup 2023 icons
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