#chaplain posts

[skywalking-through-life]

Hey friend!! I thought I'd give you a challenging one, hehehe: you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? - Hermes

Oh my friend, you love giving me asks that make me think, and then subsequently make me word vomit, lol.

(Obviously a MAJOR CW here for death, dying, and the idea of killing vs. assisted natural death.)

I've actually been thinking about this for a few days, because I feel like my basic answer might seem, upon a first read, I don't know...trite? Overly moralistic? Abstract? Naive? But it's what I believe, so I'll try to explain a bit, operating under the assumption that there is a *reason* for killing, and that it isn't just random.

I don't want to kill anyone. I never have, and I hope I will never feel that desire.

Does that mean I don't understand how righteous anger, fear, desperation, and/or desire for justice might lead a person to experience those feelings? Of course not - there are a thousand wrongs in this world that I wish I could make right, and if I thought that killing one person might do that, of course I'd be tempted! But I don't believe - practically, materially - that any one person's death makes the world safer or better to the degree that I would compromise my moral stance on murder. I belong to a faith that values non-violence above many other values, and so killing of any kind is something my people grieve, and take very seriously.

There are many reasons for that, but here are a few key ones, summarized as I understand them:

1) Who am I to decide who deserves to live, and who deserves to die? What knowledge, insight, power, or moral clarity do I possess to be able to make such a choice? Can I be sure - 100% sure - that it is worth making? Anyone who claims to have that sort of undisputable wisdom is a person I find difficult to trust - death, and the things that lead up to it, are rarely as straightforward as anyone tries to make them out to be.

2) We do not - and cannot - know what may result from a person's death. Take out one tyrant, and another rises up to take his place - perhaps committing even worse atrocities than the first. Out of revenge, kill a person who committed a crime of desperation, and you only add to the desperation - you don't fix the problem that led to the crime in the first place, and perhaps you create a whole new generation afflicted by it.

3) Relatedly, killing creates a vicious cycle of violence. If we repay a wrong with a wrong, all that happens is that there is more wrong - which oftens spirals out of control, bleeding out into places where innocents are harmed. And once we reach that place, it becomes difficult to parse the innocent from the guilty - which leads us back to the question of: how do we know? How do we decide? Can we make that decision without knowing for sure? True justice is rehabilitative at its core, not just punative. If we give into our urge to punish people for real or imagined crimes, we eventually become the perpetrators of crimes ourselves.

Now, all that being said: there are times when I think a person might very reasonably desire death for *themselves,* and need help and advocacy to have the sort of death that is meaningful to them. In my line of work, I spend hours every week with people who are dying, sometimes in terrible, painful, undignified ways. For many of them, the idea of death is scary, but for many more, it's a relief - an end to a disease process that is 100% going to kill them eventually (and probably soon), we just don't know exactly when or exactly how. Some of these folks want to be able to take charge of their looming death, and want to meet it on their terms. I support their right to do that in whatever ways are meaningful, consistent with their values, and legal - but that is a choice *they* are making, and must make themselves, not a choice I could or would ever make for them.

There is an important distinction here between 'killing' and 'allowing natural death' that is always relevant to my field, but one that I thought was relevant to this answer too - I include it as a caveat, to explain that I do not necessarily view death as evil. It will come to us all in time, and I do think it matters how we prepare to face it.

[radarsteddybear]

Question for my followers who know things about Catholicism--

WHAT is this little alter thing that Father Mulcahy's got in his tent? I'd like to do some research for a fic and I don't know what to search up.

[meteorologears]

aud and i were talking today and she pointed out to me that the chaplain being Anabaptist actually makes a lot of sense for him in the narrative. her reasoning for this being that Anabaptists believe in a re-baptism as a second spiritual awakening as an adult, which the adult actively chooses to affirm their faith (demonstrating that your faith is a conscious decision and not something that you're just born into). Which makes the chaplain questioning his faith even more poignant, because his specific denomination indicates that he affirmed that belief and actively chose to be there, and now he's at a crossroads with his chosen beliefs.

[cctinsleybaxter]

Good quiz but I hate op's taste in music; maybe if there'd been a steely dan option I could've gotten a more normal guy

[imperalis-hereticus]

Chaplains of the Adeptus Astartes are both the spiritual and mental shepherds of their chapters. Often leading in battle, or training up the next generation of Astartes, they are an integral part of nearly every chapter.

While the role itself has been controversial and is not always religious in nature, they are amongst the most seasoned veterans in the Imperium. Without their strength and oratory, many planets would have fallen to xeno barbarity or chaotic influences.

[owoiwonderwhatsthis]

We gettin’ sloppy on a sunday morning bay-bee!

[normanbased]

the chaplain makes me go like this -> :]💕

[marietheran-archived]

Photo from the Warsaw Uprising (1944); two young Polish insurgents and a chaplain; colorized by Mikołaj Kaczmarek

[iii-days-grace]

quick visit from chaplain kensrue guys!

everyone ok? ok, make sure to hydrate! gotta drink more than coffee eh!

[mineashthetrash]

LONG ASS POST ABOUT CHAPLAIN ANGELS AU

Been a long time since i posted any physical/traditional art, and that's for a reason- my cameras suck! But i was doing some sketches and planning for chpa and don't have it digitally rendered, so.

I use metallic pens when i sketch, as its both pretty and helps the eyes and details to stand out, helps me remember where they are and recognize them. This sometimes fucks with the camera though, so im sorry but a lot of the colors are either muted or fucked up in other ways. These sketches are about chpa, so i kinda have to fully explain it now. Sorry.

my chpa au shuffles the events of po3 back into OOTS, due to the three all being born in the same litter (or the five, i guess?) It also revamps Starclan into a more, spooky cosmic afterlife inspired by the 'biblically accurate' trend a while back. chpa stands for Chaplain Angels, since the medicine cats still act as a 'chaplain' spiritual guide and connection to 'god' (Starclan), but also take on the appearance of Angels and are direct connections, as opposed to indirect. That is, they take on part of the powers of Starclan, instead of just ferrying vague messages.

This shuffle is actually caused by this, as medicine cats cannot have kits once they're full medicine cats (as in, biologically impossible. there is nothing there). Their body mutates slightly due to the influence of starclan and the direct unfiltered connection to their powers, and its less of a 'vow of celebacy' and more of a 'your body's change makes it impossible'. Lots of medicine cats have kits, but leafpool is the hardest to get around because she wasn't a warrior, or it was before she got her full name, or it wasn't a thing yet (like mothflight). So she cannot give birth to the Three, hence the shuffle.

ALL THIS TO SAY. a lot of shit gets shuffled and changed. Sol actually goes to Windclan, since the three weren't there in thunderclan to influence, and he had no reason to be walking on the Shadowclan border in that moment. Instead, he finds a grieving windclan lead by an irrational leader, and takes advantage of that. Why are they grieving?? FINALLY time for what this piece is actually about!! THISTLEKIT!!! WOO. Dark river happens before the three are born, but they don't really do much in the first few books, so most of its the same. Graystripe and Millie come back, Heatherpaw finds the tunnels still, Thistlekit and their siblings still go into the tunnels and get lost. Except this time, there's no Jaypaw to be guided by Fallenleaves, no five cats to carry them safely through the lake. It takes Heather and Breeze a lot longer to find them, and by that time, Thistlekit is already half dead. Jaypaw isn't there to warm them up and keep them alive until they get home. And even though Rock briefly shows up to make sure they don't die (spirit to spirit connection to Thistlekit, they find the strength to say a few words to Heatherpaw due to her body heat warming them up just enough), the cold of the river quickly kills them for good. Even if they did survive the cold, Breeze and Heather can only grab two of the three by their scruff. Heather tries to keep Thistlekit with her, but they get swept away, washing up to shore later.

All this to say, i killed Beechfur without really looking, considering he shows up for 2 seconds, and made him the spirit guide to Thistlekit. Starclan cats have a spectrum of forms, from the cat form they take to interact with the living, to the incomprehensible form that makes no sense. Their cat form, or 'comprehensible' form, is still a bit weird, but its mostly a cat. Beechfur is weird, because his fur doesn't really look like the grayish bark of a beech. So i gave him eyes the color of beech leaves in LeafFall, which is a beautiful reddish orange. It doesn't show up well in the photos, but i used a pale vermillion mixed with sunny yellow. Then his spirit form was pretty simple, i gave him textured fur (like a rug with patterns shaved into it) like a tree, and some leave accents on his tail and ears, plus a few scattered around his fur.

I also jotted down a few notes about how the afterlife works. Kits in chpa's starclan take the idea of the kits not ageing and uh. changes it. They still age mentally, but instead of always being baby for no reason, they just dont shift forms a lot. They almost always look the same as when they were alive. As much as kits being forever kittens unsettles me, the idea of aging in heaven ALSO unsettles me, so instead the spirits are ageless beings and kittens just. Prefer being a baby. They do mimic the adults by collecting cute and shiny things they like that reflect them, and using them to change their appearance. Thistlekit has a necklace of thistles, which never die or dry out. Intentionally similar to the dried thistle necklace i gave to Heathertail, who lives with the guilt of them dying.

Text: Beechfur observable form - Textured fur, like a shaved rug. Tail & ears are beech leaflets? (the bunches of leaves on a tree; i dont know the term for them)

Text: (arrow pointing from thistlekit (bottom left) to gorsetail (top left)), "same, but paler." Note next to beechfur (top right), "eyes the color of fall beech". (Arrow pointing from sedgewhisker (bottom right) to beechfur), "more muted"

[servuscallidus]

Need to convince either my family or the server to watch Cath-22 with Anthony Perkins with me because I'm incapable of watching movies in one go on my own and I really want to watch it

[pencildragons]

@yelenafication

friend of mine sent me this post and said it reminded them of hawkeye so i felt compelled to do my own spin on the meme

[deleteddewewted]

Astartes Cuddling Headcanons

A/n: Inspired by multiple posts I've seen and brainstorming with friends.

W: Platonic Relationships, Just super cute, Mega Fluff, Kinda Angsty

Astartes are not as socialized as regular children so they tend to come off as very blunt and very unfeeling.

This is why i feel that many of them seek comfort silently, mainly through physical platonic contact.

From being an aspirant and sleeping in close piles with other aspirants since they're home sick, to being neophytes who are now working towards the dream of becoming a battle brother and doing the same, these overgrown children seek companionship in their battle brothers

Not only do the aspirants, being so young, many of them orphans are denied gentle gestures by their overseers, they make their own comfort by confiding in each other.

Cuddling, hugging, sharing food is typical at this early age as their all trying to cope.

Once they become neophytes these rituals change. Many of them are now a step closer to being battle brothers, many of them being further ahead in their enhancement surgeries.

Many of the Neophytes seek comfort in their companies Chaplain or other veteran battle brothers.

Neophytes will create these cuddle piles where they all share a room or a space and just sleep next to each other or on top of each other, holding onto one another as they rest as they feel like this helps them regulate not only their body temperature but also makes sleeping easier.

Oddly smart since this also means that in case anyone sneaks up on them they can all respond quickly to that threat.

Full fledge battle brothers do the same but a little differently.

They have their own chambers, they have their own spaces, this doesn't mean sleep overs arent a thing.

Having had more in depth training and psychological indoctrination done on them, they no longer understand the aching feeling that sometimes presents themselves when they are put into very domestic situations.

Eating in the mess hall? They like being together in the community but they don't understand why.

Speaking while doing basic maintenance on their equipment? They enjoy the deep conversations they have with their battle brothers but they don't understand why they do.

Boasting about receiving praise from their Primarch or chapter master? They're overjoyed to have performed their duty well but they also don't know why they would like to hear such affirmations more often.

Its small things that should be insignificant to them that confuse them as they are told time and time again that they no longer have a need for such baseline wants or needs.

Deep down, i think they know that no matter how enhanced they become they desire such small gestures of community and comfort and that is why they develop friendships amongst each other.

Some seek company in the apothecary and others with their chaplains or veteran brothers.

[candyswirls]

Space Marine Cuddle Pile Pt 4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Writing Master post

Cuddly boys are back! Come join in the pile!

@lazywriter-artist @wolf-feathers12

Imagine:

A chaplain sitting on the floor. One Astartes leaning against him. Another rests their head on his lap. A third rests again the Chaplains back. He has his arms around the two marines he can reach. They witnessed their brother torn apart by daemons then be possessed. They had to grant him the Emperor’s mercy. It is the chaplain’s job to comfort and guide them.

A very disgruntled Ad Mech. They’d been warned. Several times. They’re drinking. Don’t go in there. You won’t be able to do any work. Yet they brushed it off. Now they were pinned against a Space Wolf’s chest, the arm of one and the leg of another on top of them. They all drooled snd snored loudly as they curled up with one another. The Ad Mech was stuck there for a bit. They would not be finishing their tasks anytime soon. The one whose chest they were on wrapped his arms around them and sleepily nuzzled their head.

A Sanguinary Priest holding onto a blood Angel that experienced the Red Thirst for the first time. Comforting the battle brother as he cries for the terror of it or if he caused any casualties.

A Drukhari is absolutely mortified. What they initially thought was an attack was not. They stand there, stiff as a board and utterly confused and not sure if they should be disgusted or not. The warband of chaos marines they had been with suddenly surrounded them then plopped themselves on the floor and wrapped their arms around each other. Drukhari in the middle. Is… is this some new… kind of torture? Psychological warfare?? It’s so warm and they seem.. happy?? These are the same marines they had flailed people with not even hours earlier and now they were doing… this.

The Lion and Guilliman have just reunited. There’s been official ceremony between both of their legions. Speaking to inquisitors and imperial high lords. Then the paperwork. Throne the paperwork. Then a feast. It’s been so much but now… it’s just the two of them. The only moment they’ve had since finding each other again. There’s so many unspoken emotions. Both positive and negative. The two brothers stare at each other, weary of what the other will do. Yet there is relief. Relief of no longer being alone. Neither can seem to find the words so they go off of instinct. The longing to embrace and be embraced. The two hug, standing in silence. There’s nothing that action can’t speak for in this moment. Resting heads against each other, arms tight and fully encompassing the other. The imperium was slowly rebuilding. There were so many enemies. But it was okay. They weren’t alone. They were brothers. They’d support each other.

Every so often an “unlucky” custodian ends up surround by imperial fists. There’s no cause for alarm or defensive stance though. The Custodian just sighs and allows the Fists to lead them to where they’ve strategically set up various blankets, pillows, mattresses, and tapestries. Armor racks await near it to be used. All remove their armor and snuggle up close to the Custodian. Custodes are bigger than Space Marines. Being held by one feels safe and a bit like being held by a Primarch. It doesn’t happen too often and there’s always at least one custodian who will oblige. Plus, holding marines like babies is cute to them. The Sisters of Silence said so.

The invasion had been stopped. Carnage of tyranids lay everywhere. There’s one lone space marine that is in your village. Cut off from their squad as they defended you and your people. He waits patiently for his brothers to find him. You go up and place an arm over his, wishing to comfort him. This is what led to him lying on the ground with as many villagers he can hold. Since he saved you, you decide not to question it.

The Ravenguard have a set room for cuddle piles. It’s lovingly referred to as the nest. The softest blankets and pillows possible. Shiny objects decorate the walls and floor. It’s very well taken care of. No armor allowed in to prevent crushing anything or tearing fabric. You better have cleaned yourself up and gotten all that grime off of you before you step in. The chaplain is watching. It seems small but so many ravenguard can fit in there like sardines in a can. Curled up in blankets and around each other. Don’t tell Kayvaan but some marines have actually forgotten where their room is because they always sleep in here.

The Emperor claimed he had no regrets. But now he most certainly had one. He lay there, dying and fading away. Sanguinius’s body is off to one side and the body of Horus to the other. He thinks back to the vow he made. He wouldn’t get attached to his sons. It caused weakness. He would not hug or embrace them. This was too important. Yet now his heart ached. He wished he could have held them all at once in his arms when they were babies. To have greeted them with an embrace. Call them all to his room and roost around his bed as he held them. He wished he had. At least once. Especially the ones now dead. Two and eleven included. He had no strength left. He couldn’t crawl to the two bodies near him and hold them. After all, he was a cuddly man by nature. The Astartes and primarchs all got it from somewhere.

Even after turning to chaos, Fulgrim had days where memories and emotions overwhelmed him. Sending him into deep melancholy. It was these days that N’Kari would wrap themselves around him and clasp their arms around him. Have him surrounded by soft warmth. Some days he just wanted to be held.

A few orks once spotted a space marine cuddle pile. It must be some sort of strategy or trick. It seemed to make those beaky gits fight better. They don’t know its purpose or what it’s for but they attempt their own cuddle pile. The biggest lays down first then the others and finally the gobbos. It’s silent for a few moments as they try to figure out what it does. One snorts and struggles to hold in laughter. It’s followed by snickering and hushing. It’s another that breaks first. It’s now just a big pile of laughing and giggling shrooms.

[simply-ivanka]

The chaplain of Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz’s field artillery regiment said there is no excuse for the Democratic VP pick to have abandoned his National Guard unit before a critical deployment — not even running for Congress.

“In our world, to drop out after a WARNORD [warning order] is issued is cowardly, especially for a senior enlisted guy,” retired Capt. Corey Bjertness, now a pastor in Horace, North Dakota, told The Post.

[liberalsarecool]

Here are some social media posts.

Leroy Driscoll was a minister, a police chaplain, and dressed up as Santa Claus.

He raped a five year-old.

He is a MAGA archetype.

This is the norm in Red States. Patriarchal sex offender given status. Given a badge.

If you grow up in these communities, think of all the unreported abuse towards children.

These same monsters will attack and defame trans and drag members of the community.

Every MAGA accusation is an admission.

You want to protect children? Keep them as far away as possible from MAGA men.