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[straydogkins]

Hi! just wanted to say, from one fallen-and-then-risen angel to another, just wanted to say I believe in you!! It's okay to feel betrayed and upset, but finding divinity and peace in yourself will make you feel better and more complete than you ever did before your fall. I'm so sorry Heaven and the other Angels treated you that way, I completely understand because it happened to me too. Best wishes to you and I hope you're able to feel reclaimed again ^^

- E

I hope this isn't weird but *holds your hands* thank you. It was truly wonderful to hear someone say this, I've always felt so alone- like I'm the only angel (especially because I don't consider myself fallen anymore) who has been banished from Heaven and treated badly by other angels.

Thank you E, I hope you're safe and happy. This means a lot to hear.

[crescentcrowd]

⁺✦.° ☾ °.✦⁺

Luna tilted her head, "Purgatory, huh? Not straight to hell, then? Just chilling with unbaptized babies?" She might have been relegated to purgatory then, when she was still a hunter, but at this point in her life, she was pretty sure her body count landed her in hell, no matter how many times she thought she was "protecting," someone. One species to the next, she just made a switch from hunting supernaturals to hunting the hunters. That probably wouldn't make a difference once she made it to the pearly gates for judgement. "Hm? Oh, right, the royal alright. Yeah, I guess so, if you can't see my impending doom. A little annoyed my nails got fucked up and my favorite nail tech is in Brooklyn." She shrugged, it was death, something she'd seen since she was a kid, something she was trained to do. Even though the elements were different, and the theatrics of it all, it came down to the same thing. One group attacking another. Then they'd retaliate. The cycle would continue just like it always had. "We've been living like this for a while, what makes you think things were ever 'alright,' in any sense? They just showed their hand this time. A bit over the top about it, but it's not really anything new. You probably just aren't used to it because you're in this bubble-wrapped town."

"Well, sometimes. When I really want to anyway." Rohan cocked his head to one side, offering this nonchalantly. Some of the usual precious mysticism with which he discussed his abilities had evidently been drained; he spoke the a way a person might about choosing a less healthy brand of cereal. The witch shook his head then. "Oh, no, but I think they've earned a bit of a timeout in a purgatory of their own doing, don't you?" This came with uncharacteristic detachment, almost coldness, but really, Rohan had no intention of being a light to the town's assailants. He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, uh...that was more the royal 'alright.' In the vague, general, overarching sense. I'm beginning to feel as though nothing ever will be again."

[pubby-mill]

you go down just like holy Mary

minors and ageless blogs dni istg. this is an nsfw blog not a religious one

[iwillbe-good-thistime1]

im actually being fr

[rjhpandapaws]

Like its no more a Satanic symbol than a singular god is a Christian or Catholic symbol

Media learn that pentagram and pentacles are not inherently Satanic challenge

[cluelessuserwholives]

Made a piece about my own religious trauma. Was fun to figure out what brush would work for fire.

Here I am in altar server robes, burning.

Jonah 4:8 refers to the below passage:

(warning for suicide ideation)

'8 When the sun rose, God appointed a scorching east wind, and the sun beat down on the head of Jonah so that he was faint. And he asked that he might die and said, “It is better for me to die than to live.” '

The story of Jonah and the whale is told as a warning to do as god asks or face punishment. I was told it as a child. With a picture book with cute little drawings.

They didn't include when Jonah begged god to kill him.

[nando161mando]

Rest in power Sinead O'connor

[britney-rosberg06]

a priest in connecticut is claiming a miracle happened at his church so check on ur formerly christian friends this week as i’m sure there will be tons of propaganda all around

[zigzagzucchini]

Today Lent starts and now I have and excuse to fast and give up gluten and dairy without having anyone question or worry cuz it’s religious 🙏 it’s a good day to be Catholic

[straydogkins]

🌊- Talk about your life as [kin], or about [kin] in general! (for your angel therian type, or any other kin type you want to talk about)

Oooh, interesting choice of kin!

TW- This will talk about Catholicism (especially God and falling from Heaven) and (vague) mentions of religious abuse in this life.

Angels as a therian is different to a lot of the other kins we have, in that this one we're choosing to kin them but also not?

Not to bring in the ~tragic backstory~ but angels and God were very important to us growing up in a strict Catholic environment.

I believe that as an angel I fought against God, and as punishment I've been stuck in various timelines and bad situations. Including in this life, the religious environment we were brought up in was not Good and the angels that were supposed to protect us did not. So we developed a vendetta against angels, despite the feelings of connection with them.

So, it took a few years, psychotic episodes and denial, but we're slowly starting to 'reclaim' the idea of being holy and (even if we did abandon God and are reaping that punishment), we can reclaim that identity and be proud of who we are and were in heaven and our life now.

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[tothecrucifieddeer]

**To the NOT-DEER or DOE-WOMAN outside my window (07-22-24 11:15 PM)**

I'm sorry okay, I'm sorry. Stop sending me the bugs. Get the bugs out of here. I'm tired of bugs. Stop torturing me. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Just leave me alone. Let me go to bed. Let me go to bed. Let me sleep. I didn't mean to hurt you or upset you. Okay? I know it can't be undone. I know that. I'm sorry.

Don't make me do anything. Don't ask me too. I'm trying to stay protected and keep others protected. I don't wanna have to go anywhere. I don't. I don't. Let me take care of myself. Let Messiah be. Okay? Let them be. Okay? Please Please. Whatever they did, they didn't mean for these to be the consequences. They did what they thought was right and I will not hurt them for you. I will not. Let it all be.

despite everything.

[hexarcana]

( doubt )

Childhood Memories

( doubt )  for my muse to discuss a time they weren’t believed as a child, due to their age

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"This is kind of a long story- It's got a lot of backstory. It'll come together, I promise. So-"

"When I was fourteen, I started going to this private school my father arranged for me to go to. We'd been living in Oregon for a few months, I'd already started public school but got kicked out after slugging some rich kid. I was out of school for a couple days to hash out details with the kids family- They'd wanted me arrested, which is insane. It was the sixties and I'd knocked a kids teeth out, hardly an arrestable offense. But they settled with my father and he got me enrolled at this school. Its real name was St. Millicent's Academy, but everyone called it "St. Mill's Academy for Troubled Ladies" since that's basically what it was. It was a school that rich people sent their daughters to when they did bad things." Pause. "Ya know, there is no St. Millicent in Catholicism. Or in any other faith as far as I can tell. There's a hymn called St. Millicent, but I'm almost certain the school was named after some regular woman named Millicent. Anyway-"

"So I start up at this school. It was a very strict, very Catholic school. Despite not being named after a real saint. This was right on the tail end of Vatican two, which if you're a catholic kid who was a student in the 60s means everything was changing very quickly and exactly zero people were happy about it. The higher ups at my school were extremely unhappy about it. There were a lot of changes that seemed pretty mundane, like Mass not having to be strictly in Latin anymore. We didn't have to cover our hair anymore, and the priest got to actually face the congregation. But one thing Vatican 2 did was in equal parts screw over and uplift nuns. Unfortunately, nearly every nun at St. Mills was part of the 'screwed over' camp. They'd all devoted their lives to the church, and in their eyes, the church moving in a more progressive and modern direction was an insult. This made them very very angry. A lot of them just kinda vanished from the cloth or whatever, but the ones that stayed behind were on another level of nasty."

"Which brings me to what happened. I'm fourteen, I've just started at this school, and I'm brought to this nun who's going to be like... I dunno, the den mother to me and the other girls on my floor. I was a late arrival which already made me a nuisance in her eyes. Her name was Sister Illuninata which is insane and I remember making note of it that I had to write to Stanford about it- Spoiler alert, never got to do that- Anyway, Sister Illuminata was perhaps one of the bitterest, angriest women I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. I'm convinced that if she tried hard enough, he looks could indeed kill."

"I was pretty scared being there, I'd been dropped off by another couple nuns who'd collected me from our house in Gravity Falls, I hadn't slept, I'm pretty sure my hand was maybe broken from the fight- I was not doing so hot. And the first thing I'm treated to is a grill session from the poster child of post Vatican 2 pissed off nuns. She had me in that chair for hours, going over my history as a ~child of god~ which was just me lying nonstop because I had given up on the idea of God years ago but this woman kept TWO canes hanging over her door as well as a damn paddle with holes drilled in it hanging behind her desk so I was trying my damndest to be a complete angel. She saw through me I think, but that's not what really got me. Me lying about how much i cared about church or how many psalms i knew, that was whatever. I was fully lying, I earned the ruler smacks there. But she asked me something that I thought was extremely personal, and not at all relevant to the God-Talk we were having."

"She asked me if I had a boyfriend. I was so surprised she asked I didn't answer right away and she started shaking her head. I told her I didn't. It was the first honest thing I'd said all day. She informed me that most of the girls who got sent to 'her school' (gimme a break? you were basically a resident assistant in the worlds worst dorm) because they had trouble staying away from boys on the outside. This was absurd to me. I almost didn't believe her, but she went on, talking about how young modern girls were all inherently inclined to such sins, she even used the word Tart, which is NUTS- and I was just sitting there dumbfounded. This woman who was old enough to be my grandmother really had me sat in her office lecturing me about the inherent wickedness of girls."

"I was incredibly uncomfortable. Again, I'm fourteen. I have next to no idea what I'd even DO with a boy besides like, I dunno, play tag or something- I was a child! A child, for Pete's sake, and I explained to her as politely as I could, that the reason I was sent to 'her' school was because I had been fighting with kids at my old school. And she gave me this look, and I'll never forget it because it made me feel sick to my stomach. She said:"

"Oh, is that what you girls are calling it now? Fighting?"

"I was speechless. Here I am, 14 years old, sitting across from this woman with a four day old black eye, split lip and probably a broken hand. And she was insinuating that instead of wailing on some kid for teasing me, I'd-"

A moment of disgusted silence.

"It was worse than her just saying 'oh, you're lying.' She simply refused to look past her own weird hatred for teenage girls (you know, the people she's supposed to take care of?) and assumed the worst of every girl that stumbled in after being forced from her home by 'concerned' parents. It didn't matter how damaged we were by our lives before St. Mills. It was always our fault, it was always our inherent wickedness that pushed us from God's light, or whatever. I told her the truth, and she basically did all she could to call me a whore without using the word whore. I know I sound like a broken record but I was fourteen. Thanks to a terrible education system, I didn't even really know what she was even TALKING about, but I knew it was bad."

"Most of the girls in my dorm had similar experiences with her. Most of them brushed it off. But It never sat right with me. It still doesn't sit right with me and this was like, fifty years ago. This woman is very much dead and probably in hell and what she said to me still bothers me. The idea that she could have said the same thing to Olive makes me want to dig her up and give her coffin a good shake. What a deranged way to view literal children. Children you're supposed to be taking care of!"

A pause.

"A new girl came in late my senior year and she got the same treatment except it was in front of the rest of us girls in the dorm. I got so mad when she was berating this girl- I think she was fifteen- for apparently sleeping around in her home town (If she was that's none of any of our business!) that I got up and accused her of being jealous that no one would ever wanna touch a dirty old hang like her."

She sighs.

"I could barely hold a pencil for the next two weeks when she and her cane were through with me, but it was worth it to see her head turn redder than a tomato."

[realboything]

reclaiming religion is so hard. like i grew up hating it and now im learning to love it and understanding why i am like this.

[tothecrucifieddeer]

**To The NOT DEER or DOE WOMAN in my lawn right now (07/22/24--10:55 PM)**

I just want to browse Tumblr in peace. I'm trying to do what you say. I'm trying. I'm trying. I know I messed up today. I know I did. Please. Stop. Stop. I can feel the fire burning under my skin. Please. Please. I'm trying to do what you are asking. I'm trying, really. Look at me--talking it out instead of screaming. Instead of crying. You asked for public acknowledgement and I'm giving it to you. I'm showing them how I've disagreed--it's on record. A public penance. Now please. Please stop stalking the house. Stop scratching. Screaming. Take the MANFLESH angels away and put them in the other dimension. I don't want to look at them and I don't want them staring at me. Please. Please. Please.

Golden Touch † Hand of Midas

— by Clayshaper

[frostbytemyrik]

About that catholic prayer app going around, just wanna say that there's nothing more catholic than charging a paid subscription for a prayer app.

[optimusxmello]

Sometimes I see posts that make me wonder just how much Catholicism has traumatized me and then I remember that as a tween/teen when you really start to dip into time travel theories with your friends, and my ‘what would you do’, I would like...’fuck around and find out’ in the very literal sense. Then time travel back in time to stop it, so I’d be Schrödinger's Virgin.