#Seventh day adventism

[weireir]

Seventh-Day Adventism and Its Co-Founder Ellen G. White Exposed

False teacher plagiarism and confused writings:

[thepopoptic]

The "to-do" list of the Torah was completed by Christ at the cross. This provided the basis for the new administration of Grace, freedom, and liberty in Christ. This is apart from the Law. Galatians chapter 5 outlines some of these changes. Read it.

[entanglingbriars]

Jehovah's Witnesses believe in what's called the "Great Apostasy": the basic idea is that after the original apostles died Christianity went off the rails into heresy and idolatry so even late first century Christian writings are suspect at best (they do not agree with the academic consensus that most of the New Testament was written in the late first century). A lot of other Protestant denominations (JWs are Protestants in terms of their lineage, not really most of their theology, but cladistically they're definitely Protestant) have similar beliefs, although they may place their equivalent of the Great Apostasy later (especially if they're fans of St. Augustine).

The notion that the Pope is the literal antichrist goes back at least as far as Luther, as do associations with the Roman Catholic Church as a whole with the Whore of Babylon, and was essentially a mainstream Protestant doctrine.

As a fun note, the Seventh Day Adventists have historically taken the view that anyone who worships God on Sunday instead of Saturday is essentially just a Catholic without realizing it as worshiping on Sunday is the Mark of the Beast (and obviously the Beast is the Catholic Church).

that thing where evangelicals coopt the term "christian" to be synonymous with their group/movement. do you know what i mean.

i imagine that hits real weird if you're like, presbyterian or methodist or anything like that

[weirderscience]

i love watching documentaries where the conflict is between two groups that are both objectively in the wrong its so fascinating

[i-am-become-a-name]

December 5 (I'm still alive, promise, just swamped!) prompt - Recognition.

It was his skin, he was sure, had regenerated before, many times. But oh, it felt wrong, looking at once familiar things from a new height that now made them strange and unwelcoming. The shape of Adric’s shoulder under his hand, now too wide, and it surely couldn't only be that the boy was growing, they didn't change that quickly, did they? But perhaps they did, because Adric now shrugged away his touches, did not look at him for the same affirmations of pride as the Doctor remembered from his last regeneration. He wasn't sure if that hurt, or whether it was simply the disconnect between now and then, between who he definitely had been, and who he possibly could be now. 

He was thankful it was at least not the outright hostility he faced from Tegan, the unhappiness underlying every tense motion,  an anger that lay too close to the surface in any reasonable discussion he attempted to have with her. He could admit to himself, from a detached stance (ie, not in any proximity to Ms Jovanka) that he tended to feel the same angers, one of the very few noticeable emotions that seemed to stir in him these days. He knew feeling that anger toward her was not fair, that she had experienced more unhappiness in his presence than should have been experienced in such a short lifetime, but could not seem to help himself, and the sniping and abrasiveness let him feel more- well, personality than these scant days of existence had so far allowed him to. The Doctor (and he was the Doctor, wasn't he? the mirror didn’t answer him as certainly as it once did) wasn't sure he liked that aspect of himself. Days rather than hours now, and he still didn’t fit within his own skin, within his own TARDIS. His own name. So many seasons lived out, and he knew not what name to call himself. 

The hardest he had come to find was neither oldest nor youngest, neither the lack of familiarity nor someone he saw uncomfortable flashes of himself (who he once was? who he could become?) in, but the most calm and quiet of them all. They had all suffered losses, and he should ache for all of them, feel blood pumping through what could be his hearts but that still felt too cold for such grief, but Nyssa had seen it done in the name and face of her father. Had seen what he had once been then take the hand of her father’s body and work with him. She had too much dignity to scream at him as Tegan did, he surmised, a scientist’s too strong a grasp on necessity being the mother of invention to condemn who he had once been for such an action. But, though still unadept at reading his own emotions, he could see in her eyes sometimes a distant fear that never translated itself to her voice, the recoil from his hands that had touched what had once been her father's.

Strange, he thought absently. Disappointment, anger, fear he could recognise in other’s faces. But then, perhaps, he had not yet had a chance to see joy, pride and comfort in the faces of those that travelled with him. Seconds, hours, days that ticked away and all he could be sure of, all that retained of his identity from the nebulous line of past and present was that time ticked away in his brain, in his hearts, with the surety it always would. Perhaps time would become kinder to the four of them, this disparate little group all so far away from home. 

[menlove]

have to do a paper focusing on modern religion instead of religious/cultural history i have suffered more than jesus

[adventism-atheism-orthodoxy-me]

This is an interesting confession from an Adventist, and speaks to the commonality of experience.

[staticespace]

Me: I used to go to church, but I don’t anymore. I’m more spiritual than Christian.

Therapist: Oh, what church did you go to?

Me: Seventh Day Adventist

Therapist:

...Oh.

Me:

Yeah.

[joinmeintheweeds]

Hearing environmental/moral based vegans praising the cult you grew up in for popularizing plant-based meat and diets is so wild... For the longest time they had children making the veggie meat at the local factory in between classes. The schools have also historically stayed afloat through farm labor supplied by high schoolers, so the local co-ops were filled with unpaid labor microgreens. I suppose the kids did eat vegetarian meals in between work and class though, so what do I know? 🙄

[shrimpfriedjpegs]

an advent calendar but everyday you receive different things with "advent" in their names

[dollcieee]

Beside you

Advent Children Cloud Strife x fem! reader

<3 Just another normal day in Midgar

Cloud has been delivering packages all day outside of Midgar, the sunlight burning through his skin. The motorcycle roared to life as Cloud straddled the smooth machine, his gloved hands gripping the handlebars with a firm yet phlegmatic grasp.

He just really wants to go home, back to you. All this work has drained the energy out of him and he needs to recharge. He already thought of what he's going to do first once he gets back. Take a shower, talk to you, eat lunch with you, watch some news with you, take a nap with you, cuddle with you, or perhaps...

Lost in thought, Cloud sees ahead of him the sight of the domineering power-base that is Midgar. With a twist of the throttle, Cloud unleashed the motorcycle's potential, propelling forward with an exhilarating burst of speed. The wind whipped through his blonde spiky hair, his mako colored eyes focused on the road, as he leaned into his ride home.

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After parking Fenrir to the side of the small cottage house, he walks back to the front door to be greeted by a small cute sign that reads 'Cloud &Y/n's house', going inside, he's greeted by the smell of sweet pastries, the smell overwhelms his nose in a good way.

'Y/n must've made those blueberry muffins again..'

Walking over to the kitchen, he meets the perpetrator of the creations of blueberry muffins, his sweet and amazing girlfriend, Y/n.

"Welcome back! You're just in time, the muffins are all good to eat" y/n places the tray of muffins to the table, walking back to the near kitchen counter to take off her frilly apron, folding it neatly and putting it inside the drawer.

"So..how was your day?" They both sat down at the table facing each other, Cloud took a muffin and looked at it. The muffin boasted a golden-brown crust with tantalizing cracks, revealing pockets of juicy blueberries nestled within., "it was okay..nothing much going on" he takes a bite of the muffin as he chewed, Cloud savored the harmonious blend of moistness and density, relishing the interplay between the muffin's rich buttery notes and the bursts of tangy sweetness from the plump blueberries.

"You?" Cloud asked, "Oh me? Just selling some bread and helping Tifa out at the bar" she replied, taking a bite out of her muffin.

They quietly eat their muffin. By the time they're finished, Cloud washes the dishes while Y/n dries them, leaving the two in a comfortable silence.

It would always be like this, moments of complete silence but it never bothered the two. To them each other's presence was enough, Cloud wasn't really the type to express his feelings much, but Y/n understands and knows Cloud loves her very much just like how she loves him as well.

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"I'm gonna take a shower, wanna join me?" Cloud grabs his towel in a rack and gazes upon his girlfriend scrolling through her phone, "I'm good, just showered earlier" she quickly smiles at him and back at her phone.

"Okay, I'll be quick.." he walks upstairs, leaving Y/n downstairs. Cloud walked into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him. He turned on the shower, feeling the water gradually warm up as it slides down from his hair to his back and down to his feet. He lets the soothing stream cascade over their body, washing away the day's stress. The steam filled the room, creating a tranquil and comforting atmosphere, enveloping Cloud in a peaceful embrace.

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"So many brownie recipes.." She kept scrolling up on her phone. She's been planning on making brownies and giving them to Marlene as a thank you for helping her clean the bar.

Y/n adores Marlene. Whenever she sees Marlene doing something like reading a book or playing outside of Seventh Heaven with her friends, she imagines herself taking care of her own child. The thought of being a mother warms Y/n's heart.

She wonders if Cloud liked the idea of creating a family of their own someday.

"A family with Cloud.." she whispers, looking at the window in front of her blankly.

"What's that?"

"OH- Cloud you scared me" Y/n places a hand to her chest, shocked by the presence of her boyfriend behind her "Well that was quick" she laughed, checking Cloud out, he went from his everyday clothes to a black t-shirt and some gray sweatpants to go along with it.

"I told you I'd be quick" he grabs a chair and sits down beside Y/n, his head resting on her left shoulder. Y/n tries to act cool as possible, she continues to scroll through her phone searching for a good brownie recipe. Hoping Cloud didn't hear what she said just now.

Cloud looks at Y/n her eyes focused on her phone. He wanted her to talk about their day again. He felt that the conversation they had earlier was too short. But it seems like Y/n has other things to do, he could start the conversation but..

'Y/n might think I'm clingy.. I'm not clingy!'

'But Y/n might think I don't want to talk to her..'

'...'

'I'll just look at what she's doing' Cloud sighs softly. Looking down at her phone, he sees numerous links to brownie recipes.

"What's that?" Cloud asked, Y/n has the tendency to talk a lot when it comes to baking. He doesn't understand most of it, but it got his girl all happy and talking, so he just nods along, happy that Y/n can share the things she likes with him.

"Oh, it's just these past few weeks Marlene has been helping me with cleaning the bar at night. I just wanna make her some brownies as a 'thank you', and also if she wants, she could share some with her friends if she wants to" Y/n clicks a link, reading its contents while still talking to Cloud, "I've also been wanting to learn how to make brownies, they don't really sell brownies down here so it's hard to find such sweet delicacy." Cloud hums in agreement, reading through her phone as well, "And when I make Brownies, I wanna put small cute toppings like marshmallows...or peanuts!" she smiled at the thought of sweet tasty brownies, "Hey, when you go outside tomorrow can I join you? I'll buy some ingredients for the brownies and also stock up our fridge. It's kinda getting empty now hehe.." she giggled wholeheartedly.

Cloud wraps his arms around her waist, pulling Y/n closer to him. He raises his head up and kisses her on the temple, then snuggles his face into the side of her neck.

"Of course...I'll go with you, because.." Cloud pauses for a moment "because I wanna spend some time with you..."

"We're gonna have a long date at the supermarket then" she laughs, and he just smiles, hugging her close to him.

[mossadspypigeon]

As a late comer to some of the nonsense, can you explain or point to something explaining what watermelons have to do with Palestine? Asking google "what the fuck do watermelons have to do with Palestine" was not a productive search. Where did that come from?

hello anon! yes indeed i can. this is gonna be a long post, so buckle in lmao.

so the main and simplified reason the watermelon is used (and i'll get into some more complex stuff and context because both are important to understand with this) is because red/black/green represent the PLO flag, which is known as the "palestinian flag."

now, i don't know if you know who the PLO are, so:

(this notice to include secondary sources is so faulty btw. this is based on primary sources written BY the plo, which removes bias of interpretation)

i recommend reading this wiki page at least and clicking on the sources for more information. it isn't as bad as some wikipedia pages and it can provide a good introduction.

now, the PLO is an internationally recognized terrorist org. it split into numerous factions, including yasser arafat's "fatah." fatah controlled groups like black september, which committed the munich massacre and also murdered the king of jordan.

the PLO itself has committed numerous acts of terror, including the hijacking of the Achille Lauro. terrorists who hijacked this ship shot and tossed a disabled jewish man in a wheelchair named Leon Klinghoffer overboard, etc. so no, they are not a resistance group. this act was sponsored and supported by arafat.

if you want to know more about their bullfuckery, which i recommend, read their charter here.

okay, now moving on to the flag:

you've probably noticed that the red/black/green/white thing is a motif used by several countries. this is because of "pan arabism."

rootsmetals did some good posts on arabization:

the specific colors have meanings, and those meanings are either religious or secular. the religious and secular connect though. let's take a look. i'm going to use arab sources without commentary on any biases:

on the other hand:

so. we know about the flag's history and its meaning. we know what it represents. now, let's go into the whole "watermelon" thing:

the reason it's used depends on who you ask. if you ask the pro palestine crowd, the watermelon is used in place of the "palestine flag" due to "censoring" and "silencing."

this goes back to the propaganda that israel banned the palestinian flag. israel DID NOT ban this flag legally, but it did have it taken down because...guess why? why would israel want the flag of the plo not flown? it's like flying a kkk flag in the usa, that's why.

yes, you have freedom of speech in israel, but it has its limits. those limits are hate and incendiary speech. the plo flag is a symbol of hate based on the charter and acts of the plo itself. also, fatah/the palestinian authority, which currently governs the palestinian section of the west bank/judea samaria and east jerusalem still pays terrorists who murder jews and israelis and are imprisoned. sooooo you can guess why the flag was taken down, but here is some of the propaganda:

the lack of sources in this article lmao.

again, hilarious lack of sources.

if you ask the pro israel crowd, it's an appropriation of a very zionist crop and a symbol of decolonization.

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if i find more sources on this, i will do another post.

but yes, the watermelon emoji is used because "the internet silences palestine," which is hysterical, considering google favors palestinian sources and most major news networks employ either palestinians or palestinian allied supporters.

and of course, tiktok and the rest of social media won't remove antisemitism, but will constantly ban jews and israelis. hence why finding sources on the jewish history of the watermelon is difficult.

anyway. hope this helps. <3 if you're comfy, definitely dm me sometime if you want to discuss things and/or get sources.

@matan4il do you happen to have any sources on the israeli/jewish/zionist history of the watermelon? if you do, it would be so appreciated.

[swarnpert]

seventh day adventism is so funny every time i hear about it it's like the lucy with the football gag but they never learn

[perfectlysanexd]

Guuuuys, it's the anniversary of Advent Children! It came out in 2005, and began my unending obsession with Final Fantasy VII—specifically, Sephiroth and Cloud. I've probably mentioned it before, so I won't gush about it too much. To this day, I think that's Cloud's most beloved, iconic outfit, while I think most people prefer Sephiroth's Remake duds, with the sexy belts. Nomura is definitely a belt lover, so I'm not sure why he allowed Sephiroth's coat to float around in the breeze. Also, the addition of various textures to the jacket, I think, made it a lot more iconic and interesting to look at.

So I thought I'd take a look at some of my old AC manipulations, most of them scenes from The Last Chance, my first multi-chapter sefikura work on AO3. I am still very proud of it, and I know that some of you have read it many times. 💕 I'm honored to know that it became a comfort fic for some of you!

(This is the only one that's not from TLC...perhaps it's a bit more like A Tempting Trade?)

I think this is from like...the 2nd or 3rd chapter? They return to Edge, but Sephiroth obviously has no where to stay and, feeling sorry for him, Cloud allows him to sleep in his bed. Sephiroth wants a little something extra, but Cloud won't permit it within Seventh Heaven, with Tifa and the kids right down the hall. Thinking back on it now, surely Sephiroth knew that...

...said Cloud, before trying to deal with the situation all by himself.

"Seeking forgiveness in the hopes of absolution...is a terribly selfish act." I think that was his reply. That part always sticks with me, because AC is, by and large, about forgiveness—both of yourself, and others. Cloud forgives everyone except himself, while Sephiroth forgives no one, including himself. It's an interesting dynamic as they slowly grow and change together.

Will there be a Dirge of Cerberus type sequel...? Perhaps eventually. It has a placeholder in my WIP folder for the moment.

[i-am-become-a-name]

Advent Prompt: 06/12/2022: Someone save me from the FOURTEEN PAGE CRICKET GAME in the Black Orchid novelisation, please. (pages 20-34)

Even after the subdued stay at Cranleigh Hall drew to a close, longs days of walking in the grounds, or taking refuge in the library to allow the family time to mourn and deal with the formalities of planning a funeral, Nyssa had remained withdrawn and pale in spite of the beautiful scenery that surrounded them and Tegan’s attempts to cheer her up.

The Doctor attributed it to a general unease around Ann Talbot, and her abduction by Ann’s unwell ex-fiance, but even as they said their goodbyes and stepped into the TARDIS, she remained quieter than usual, and Tegan kept shooting her worried looks when she thought no one was looking. Adric, Rassilon help him, had no such delicacies in social manner, and asked loudly “Is it tradition that terrans locked their children in the attic?” and Nyssa abruptly stiffened while Tegan exclaimed the boy’s name in horror. She ushered the younger girl, who’s face had gone very pinched, out, and muttered poisonous things about boys having stomachs bigger than their brains.

The Doctor sighed loudly, idly at flicking controls on the console, and said: “No, Adric. It was not an ideal situation. They were simply trying to... do what they thought best.” And the multitude of sins that phrase covered could fill all the empty spaces in this universe and still spill over in to many others. He glanced up to continue of the theme, but Adric had already lost interest in what had happened at Cranleigh Hall, and was instead curiously watching the coordinates the Doctor was entering, muscles working on their own initiative, with no input from his conscious brain. But as he registered the numbers, he smiled. Somewhere quiet and uninhabited, just what the doctor called for.

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When the TARDIS landed so soon after they had left, Tegan stared at the ceiling of the room she shared with Nyssa in outraged shock. She had expected at least some consideration for Nyssa from the Doctor, rather than throwing them straight back into peril, and she glanced at her uneasily sleeping friend before creeping from the room, pointedly moving to a stomp once she was in the corridor where it wouldn’t wake anyone.

But there was no one in the console room, and the doors stood wide open. Frustrated they had evaded her intention to yell at someone of Nyssa’s behalf (and she was far too nice to have considered yelling for her own sake) Tegan stomped straight out through the doors, heedless of what waited outside. She came to an abrupt stop as her eyes adjusted to the scene in front of her- it looked as though they were in a clearing, trees towering lush-leafed undergrowth, silent but for the wind rusting the foliage, and the hollow thunk of the Doctor using a piece of fallen... log? to hammer in the third of a- a laugh escaped her as she recognised the hastily collected wickets, a sturdy piece laying in the grass nearby that had been clearly put aside to serve as the bat.

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When Nyssa stirred, the gentle whisper of the TARDIS in her brain alongside the homey surrounds, she wandered curiously through the empty corridors, drawn by the friendly yelling and laughter coming through the console room’s door.

Tegan was standing in front of some kind of primitive wooden art piece, wielding her own piece of wood and trying to protect it from the Doctor. She saw a flash of red cricket ball, making this... Nyssa allowed herself a small smile, to see her friends so happy, up until Adric spotted her and demanded her presence on his team, citing solidarity in cultural ignorance, and Tegan immediately started bickering good-naturedly with the Doctor over what seemed to be some kind of method he had used to throw the ball to her earlier, and their voices rose in a joyful and healing chaos.

[thealieninhiding]

The Twelve Days of McChristmas

I wrote this for a Twitter thread, a follow up to the my McChristmas Advent photo posts.

The first day of McChristmas is celebrated with family and those we hold dear, we watch A Princess for Christmas every year

The second day of McChristmas is dedicated to honouring Celtic heritage. Today in Ireland traditionally has been celebrated with an annual hunt of a wren, while it is now linked to St. Stephen its origins are pre-Christian, either Celtic or Scandinavian.

The third day of McChristmas we celebrate with a feast dedicated to the love that brought us together. We drink and make merry, sharing stories how of a Super and a Luthor in love overcame everything

The fourth day of McChristmas is dedicated to lesbians both fans and characters, because as we all know you can’t have a McChristmas without lesbianism

The fifth day of McChristmas is a celebration of bisexuality, because why eat one flavor of ice cream when you can try them all

The sixth day of McChristmas is all about our animal companions so give them a treat, play with them for a little bit longer and give them some extra love today

The seventh day of McChristmas is the day we thank to the gods for Katie McGrath’s onscreen sapphic kisses. So celebrate tonight with a kiss to ring in the New Year

The eighth day of McChristmas we start our new year off with a new book.

The ninth day of McChristmas is celebrated with a tea party, let’s all enjoy some delicious baked goods and tasty tea.

The tenth day of McChristmas was once shrouded in secrecy and some still prefer to keep it that way, a private celebration for a private person.

The eleventh day of McChristmas is a sorrowful one. Today we remember all those we’ve lost.

The twelfth day of McChristmas is a joyous one. Today we celebrate those who survived.

It’s the final day of McChristmastide and I hope you’ve had a simply wonderful McChristmas time.