#catholic and proud

[mystandrewpasadena]

Today at Saint Andrew Church in Old Town Pasadena celebrated their First Communion with the children who attended Religious Education classes these past two years. So very proud of my class which was one of the classes.

[incognitoduck11]

more fuffy textposts because they're just like me fr

(gay and clinically depressed)

[gointhewest]

idk formula one has homophobic homosexual vibes. motogp is just unapologetically bisexual. that's the difference between these to me. homophobia-mobile vs bisexual motorized bike.

[achillesreborn]

antidepressants worked too good, i've converted to Catholicism

[aristotles-denial]

Pope Francis has died, the Vatican camerlengo announces

[ranminfan]

The saint for finding lost things.

I gotta say, reading about him is very humbling, born from a rich family, but became a saint for the poor.

I'm practicing him, 'cause I wanna make sure to give distinct looks with different saints.

[the-kings-of-henrietta]

thinking about niall lynch being from belfast rn.. thinking about him telling stories to ronan softly at nights in a northern irish accent.. thinking about ronan having twinges of a belfast accent when he says certain words....

[chanelnoirx]

Being a trans girl, I desire a partner who actively chooses to stand with me when life gets hard and consistently affirms my worth.

DM "HI" to get surprised

Telegram:@ChanelNoir1

Don't forget to reblog 🥰trans lovers🥰

[blessedbetherug]

I wanted to give some BT support on Insta but I had to read in the comment section with my own 2 eyes that BT is apparently settling for "bare minimum representation" (!!!?!!?!!) compared to the other ship

And I don't think I can stand exposing myself to some of these people

They are completely insane, they literally say the wildest shit that comes across their mind

[underwaterspiderbird]

you know it, i know it, your pet rock knows it, your kyber crystal knows it, we all know it.

[marquisecubey]

I have a new dnd character and I’ve been drawing her so much for the past week uuuuuuhhhhhh anyway here’s sister Frenelle I named her after a type of light fixture

(Congratulations! You have clicked on the Read More and you have unlocked her long ass backstory. Enjoy this thing I sent to my dm, which I can only assume that she must have liked because she gave me a free legendary magic item lmfao. Don’t worry if you’re not up to snuff on Eberron specific lore, I catch you up on the important bits.)

The secret child of an elven nobleman and a human scholar, Frenelle Albright was born in the isolated island nation of Aerenal.

Aerenal was not a kind place to anyone who was not a full-blooded elf, and with very few flesh and blood friends to talk to, her mother's wide collection of books became her dearest companions. From an early age, the doctor saw great intelligence and curiosity in her daughter; the tomes she pulled from her mother’s shelves were leagues above her expected reading level, and by the age of eight, she could even hold entire conversations about complex historical topics.

Humans cannot wander freely across Aerenal with no reason, but it was a vital place when it came to Dr. Albright’s research. The goal of the books she was writing was to help the rest of the world gain a greater understanding of Aereni society, and to hopefully encourage them be less afraid of their open practice of necromancy. But sadly, while it was a fantastic place for a researcher, there were also very few opportunities for her bright young daughter to truly flourish and learn at her own pace. So one day, she had a difficult conversation with her daughter: For the next several years, she would stay on the island, while Frenelle would be moving across the sea to attend a boarding school in Fairhaven on her father’s coin.

Frenelle was terrified at first of being alone. She was already a terribly shy girl by nature, and the new city and climate were overwhelming. For the first month, she hardly spoke to anyone at all, not even to her teachers. However, over the next few months as she properly settled into Fairhaven, she was taken aback by how welcoming the new environment was, especially compared to the coldness of her hometown. People actually wanted to talk to her, and they remembered her name. She had peers that she could talk to about all of the math and magic and history that were bottled up for so long, and when she excelled at a topic, she was rewarded instead of scolded.

The most exciting thing about the academy was that she wasn't even the only half-elf there. Or rather, Khoravar as they called themselves, and as they called her too. The main group of khoravar who took her under their wing were a group of rambunctious kids from House Lyrandar, and it was here that she met her best friend, a boy named Leeko.

Leeko was outgoing, kind, and a bit of a hothead, but he was also passionate and smart in the same way she was. He loved all of the flying machines and massive airships that his family was building, and he talked intensely about how excited he was to pilot them one day, proudly showing off the Dragonmark of the Storm on his right hand. Despite them seeming like total opposites at a glance, the two couldn't have been closer. Every time they met up to try and study for classes, they'd end up talking for hours on end about everything from old magic to new technology. For the first time in her life, Frenelle wasn't alone.

Each year, she would return home to her mother for a couple of weeks, but as she continued to thrive in Fairview, she began to notice that the doctor was growing more isolated and depressed each year back on the island of the dead. Eventually, she was able to convince her mother to leave behind her studies, coming home with her daughter, never to return.

Frenelle quickly rose to become one of the top students in her class, graduating from her boarding school with honours and moving on to study divination magic and history at the University of Wynarn. By then, Leeko had left for the island of Stormhome to train as a pilot, but the two continued to write long, cascading letters to one another every single week.

Her unconventional background gave her a unique perspective when it came to her studies at Wynarn. This was all well and good, until it led to her constantly interrupting professors during lectures to question their biases. This was especially true when it came to the taboo field of necromancy, which she had grown up seeing as a very normal thing in her culture. Eventually, however, she quickly grew wise to the fact that if she wanted to succeed as an academic, she would need to suck up to her less worldly professors every now and again. After all, if she wanted to make her point of view known, she should attempt to hear them out as well.

While working on one of her Master's degrees, Frenelle's work ethic and passion managed to attract the attention of a temple of Aureon in Arcanix, where she was offered a position as a novice. She was hesitant to quit her studies at first, but at the urging of Leeko, who just had gotten a job as an air shuttle pilot at the floating towers, she dropped everything and accepted the massive opportunity.

In fact, the chance to see Leeko again may have been her biggest reason for moving to Arcanix, because it turns out, she had started to develop romantic feelings for him. And, as she would later come to find, he felt the exact same way. She would even learn that he had planned on marrying her, which was no small deal of course. After all, Leeko wasn’t simply just her best friend, he was an heir to House Lyrandar, the Half-Elven dynasty who controlled the rapidly growing industry of air travel across the civilized world, using the Dragonmark of the Storm that ran in their blood.

A proper, pure Dragonmark gives a person tremendous power. Most importantly to those in the twelve Dragonmarked houses, it is a predictable power. However, the same cannot be said of the unpredictable power that results when people from two different houses produce a child. Unpredictability is volatility, and volatility is danger. For the sake and the preservation of society, all marriages and sexual relations between those with different Dragonmarks are strictly prohibited.

Frenelle didn't actually notice her mark for the first few days. She had figured it was some benign skin condition, a small rash around her eye. When it didn't go away, she went to see one of the healers at the temple, who laughed when she said she had no idea what it was. When he realized she was being serious, he explained that she was a foundling, a Dragonmarked person with no previous ties to a house.

He explained that her Dragonmark of Detection was an incredible thing.

With the power of her newly manifested mark, Frenelle became an obvious standout among the rest of the clergy in ways she hadn't even thought were possible. She could look into people's thoughts, see entirely new creatures from beyond the material world. She could protect people from danger.

The royal family of Aundair was in search of a governess for their children, but not just any regular teacher would do. They needed a cleric, a person who could embody the very will of Aureon, the god of magic, knowledge, and the law itself. Their job wouldn't be just to teach, but to physically protect the future of the kingdom. And, who in the world could possibly be better for that than the gifted foundling who just landed on the steps of Arcanix?

Frenelle walked past the cockpit as she boarded the air shuttle. The pilot smiled as he called her name and waved with a childlike excitement. She lowered her head. Words that he’d never get to speak reverberated through her skull. She felt his heart sink like a rock through her own chest. He wanted to marry her.

Vows of celibacy aren't necessarily a requirement for becoming a cleric. However, many choose to take them on in an effort to avoid mortal matters clouding their judgment. It's not as though she had much of a choice in the matter. After all, when the queen who funded your schools and the god who bestowed you these powers give you a call to action, to uphold and protect the law, you listen.

So, as a cleric with a high stakes mission, Frenelle simply chose to take that mission very seriously. And you see, it's actually fine. She's fine. They're fine. It’s fine. He’s fine. They’re fine. They're all fine. She's fine. It’s fine.

[beecass]

thinking about how mac's relationship with catholicism has more to do with his relationship with his parents than anything. not to say that he sees himself as jesus christ but he is the only child to an abusive neglective father and an equal neglective mother that does not care about him. he has to carry the cross of not being loved every single day, he feels abandoned. and there he is, in school, a catholic school, that probably made them read the bible as homework, and mac is listening to them talk about families, and the love that god has for mankind and the love he had for jesus, and how mary was a loving kind woman.

and mac reads, in the same bible that talks about family, a mother and a father, he reads about how sins will destroy you, how a man loving another man is wrong. so he thinks about becoming a priest because he is scared he might end up in hell. and his small little brain gathers all that information and creates a safe illusion for him to charish. his desire to be loved the same way jesus was loved is so big he needs to trick himself into thinking that he is already loved that way even if he doesn't feel it.

he was so neglected by his father and mother the only thing left for him that resembled the most with parent love was God and Mary. and with that, of course he couldn't come out for years, in his mind he would still be disapointing his parents.

[bibleofficial]

there needs to be an ibs emoji the cute poop emoji is not nearly enough to stress what an endurance game of pain the act of shitting is like 💩 don’t mock me bastard

[marnievanhelsing]

First attempt at painting a jacket.

[mymelodyoftheheart]

A Portrait Of A Dove I Created, Coming Through A Hole In A Wall To Allow The Divine Light Of God Shine Through The Darkness. I Hope You Enjoy My Art. 🕊️

[comfymoth]

my roommate specifically knows you as the priest guy -Christmas anon

NOOOOOOOOOO OH GOD DAMN IT ToT THIS WASN’T MY INTENTION!!!!!!!!!