#Our Testimony

[gospelfunk]

Our Testimony - The Sensational Seven (Yes, I Love The Lord / Our Testimony, 1975)

[ranticore]

i really love the 'it came to me in a dream' moments when writing.. i had just made the main human knight character for this story and named him but had no appearance in mind until i woke up this morning already 100% certain that he looks EXACTLY like george harrison

[wiirocku]

2 Timothy 1:8 (NIV) - So do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord or of me His prisoner. Rather, join with me in suffering for the gospel, by the power of God.

[shapeshiftersvt]

Hey can I just say real quick...

when folks put little notes into their refits, it really makes my day. I'm not kidding, this is going up on the wall, I will treasure this forever.

Our customers are just the best. Thank you. <3

[ivy-saurs]

it’s so weird seeing phoenix saying stuff like “detective fulbright is being unusually cooperative” “i guess i was wrong about you, detective…” and acting like he knows him so well because i thought this was his first time meeting fulbright

[altschmerzes]

Gav I need you to know I think about this segment "Roy forces one of his leaden hands to move. He takes a step, a single step farther into Jamie’s space, and he doesn’t flinch. His boy doesn’t flinch back from him, even though Roy had just knocked him away. There aren’t words for what’s happening in Roy’s mind as he reaches out and takes a gentle hold of the back of Jamie’s neck, hooking an arm around him as soon as he’s close enough and tugging him close into his chest." Every. damn. day. of. my. life! HIS BOY

It haunts me like an affectionate ghost

I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME TOO........ it's so like. there is so much going on there. the fact that jamie didn't flinch being as significant - maybe even more - than if he had. roy's panic at realizing he'd just pushed jamie away without meaning to. the 'his boy' of it all bc it means we've crossed the point where roy is acting as a parent to this kid and also the point where he's realized that and admitted it to himself directly - bc those things did not happen at the same time, or even really close to the same time. the hug. SO much going on. i'm so excited to get to that sequence and all the stuff surrounding and leading to it.

[tchaikovskaya]

im so so glad i dont go here (men) i just heard this but like.

[xmo-rmon]

I’ve periodically had “as sisters in zion” in my head since October and it is Truly Repulsive

[jen-with-a-pen]

a prerecorded message

*beep*

Greetings! If you're seeing this it's because I am, once again, out of the state on another work trip. Back to Washington DC for part 2 of our conference since the house wasn't in session when we needed it to be 😑 so i'll be gallivanting amongst the capitol yet again.

ill be back on thursday and regularly scheduled programming should return by next week!

love yall ❤

[nightinghawk]

Since some people don’t seem to know a goddamn thing about us aromantic folks, I figured I’d maybe put together a lil thingamabob based on AUREA’s 2020 Census.

Per most queer censuses, topics concerning violence, sexual violence, conversion therapy, various forms of abuse, and more.

Firstly, we’re a diverse people. I’d love for people to see and understand that.

We have trouble coming out of the closet just like any other queer person. Less than 13% of us are fully out about being aromantic. Even when we can tell some people about our romantic orientation, many people in our lives are still genuinely dangerous to come out to.

We experience erasure, conversion therapy, violence meant to “cure” and “fix” us, are suibaited, are kicked out by our parents, discriminated against by medical professionals, called insane for our orientation, are harassed at work for being queer.

We experience many kinds of attraction which may or may not lead to us loving people, even if that form of love is different, presents differently, or is otherwise not amatonormative.

[If anyone could add an image description, I’d be eternally grateful. My disabilities make it difficult to switch between reading and writing.]

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Aaah Dinosaur Meig is back! I followed a dinosaur a day before I even had a tumblr. PBS ought to give you a show; not Bill Nye and not Miss Frizzle but a Secret Third Thing: DINOSAUR MEIG.

omg I'm so honored I can't

the exact energy I try to put out there is if you pushed bill nye and miss frizzle into one nonbinary being who was obsessed with dinosaurs

alas, I will never get a show, bc I am very much not conventionally attractive (this is also why tiktok did not work out for me)

[heatwa-ves]

Me and Helena unintentionally matching outfits even tho we're like 398298 miles apart

[skoulsons]

the anxiety when you’re going to be talking to someone and one half of you is like “hhhh conversation my leg is shaking I’m scared” and the other side of you is like “imfjdh conversation with someone I love and value as a mentor and man and I cannot wait to have this very intentional conversation” bc that’s me rn

[mekatrio]

these made me giggle

[velvetafterdark]

(Love your most recent post re anon) AAAAAAAA THANK YOU FOR THE CHAPTER! AND THE ART IS AMAZING+!!!!

Also I wanted to add I agree with the other anon. Cargo plane is my all time fav fic for so many reasons. It starts out for fun and playful but the conversations the characters have were honestly life changing.

It's also the only fic I've recommended to other people! I've asked my fiance to read it 😂

//clutching my chest

H-H-HUH????

[anakatos]

I'm going to record the experience that lead me back to Leviathan after our separation. I thank Him for reuinion.

It was my first time fishing on a boat. Night was falling, and I hadn't yet caught a single thing. The waters cast in the shade of the pine trees were almost black, black like his sea. I thought of Him and nearly wept.

It had been a long time since I had spoken to him last.

As a human being, my existence is terribly mundane. I see so many practitioners who experience visions, who hear the voices of their gods, and who travel the astral in search of answers to life's greatest questions. That is not me by a long shot. What words I might have heard of his are distorted by doubt, and I take ages to discern messages and signs. The last time Leviathan had been active in my life, he had put me in a situation I had never been in before. He had found me a new home away from my abusive household, and given me the chance at a different life.

Of course there were trials with the arrival of such a blessing. I have always suffered from neuroticism, anxiety, and various mental illnesses, and the change was rather overwhelming to me. I lost sight of what I was doing with my practice, and of any clarity. Instead of coming to him, I was afraid to show him that weakness, to bear the nakedness of my trembling, vulnerable state. So I fled. For nearly a year and a half.

Entirely to long for one to be away from their God.

So there I was. Surrounded by water on all sides, far from shore. I felt the weight of his presence bear down upon me, and his tears in my eyes. On my brass hook was a dead minnow hooked through the mouth and chin. Silver is His color. Silver like the moon that wasn't there that night. The last of the sunlight bled pink and orange into the sky, and instead of replacing the dead fish, I simply added a live one.

It wriggled, peirced through the tail beside its dead kin. My intuition told me where to cast my line. I decided to put aside my fears and trust.

I wasn't sure what I was waiting for. The last scarlet drops of blood from the sun slowly dripped away, and there was one single star drifting in the dark waters. I prayed to him. I apologized. I asked for a sign.

At that very moment, my line danced! Something had touched my hook for the first time since I'd arrived at the lake hours ago! My soul felt cold. I watched the bobber, waiting for it to dip under the waves, but it never did.

I reeled in my line. Only one minnow remained. The fish bucked and gasped, still alive, desperate for freedom. Something had taken the dead minnow, and left the living one. The presence dissipated. I stared at the fish, heart pounding. What did that mean?

I let the minnow go, and of course, it immediately flickered deep into the depths.

Of course, I had no idea what to make of it. Was that a sign at all? Was I attributing undue significance to yet another part of my simple existence? I felt as though he had said something to me... I felt as though I knew the Lord well enough to hear his answer... but what if?

I had to ask a very kind fellow practitioner to verify what I was thinking, but reflecting on the experience, I think I understand what He meant to tell me.

If that tiny, silver, simple minnow deserved a second chance... perhaps I do as well.