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Hear me out... jesus x judas fanfic except not like bible jesus and judas but just 2 jewish men secretly inlove. gut wrenching, passionate, and batshit crazy as possible.
Slow burn, angst, and maybe even eventual lovely smut. SO MUCH FORBIDDEN LOVE OFUDGDHDBHFXHDB maybe it's because its like 2 am for me and i was talking with my friend coming up with silly haha what ifs, but god i suddenly want this fic so bad.
They are neighbors.
Judas 100% has abandonment issues and I wont hear otherwise if this comes into existence.
#it came from tumblr#shit post#fanfic#fanfic ideas#religous poetry#religous fanfic#jesus is 100% a soft dom#i want this so bad#no i am not religious#christians please dont hurt me#sobbing because this doesn't actually exist#a03 fic#this belongs on a03
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I don't think that either of our mothers GOD's loved us as they did them.
(Do my kisses taste of sin to you
Does guilt autograph my memory
Am I already a regret?)
Do you reach for my hand only to for the bloodied remnants of divinity
Buried beneath my fingernails
from when I held the Eucharist too tightly in my small hands,
And scraped away the gold plating,
And splintered the plastic underneath
I AM NOT HOLY
By your standards or mine
But my faith does not leave me empty
You cannot fill me with your excess
There is coal in my throat and ash in my gut
Left behind from the famine endured at the feet of the crucifixes in my closet
Neither of our GODs love us!!!!
Would they create us with limbs meant to be eaten and ripped from our frame, regrowing each time like hydras stuck in a canning factory if they did?
What GOD would condemn us for the love that THEY put there
What GOD that does so is worthy of worship?
Let alone beleif?
I AM UNHOLY
This will not change
Our sin will not fade with time
I do not know if I can bear to be the exception
On which you stake your faith
I am what you love
I am what condemn
This LOVE is what you CONDEMN
How long before you condemn yourself too?
How long before you hate this part of yourself for tearing you away from your GOD?
How long before you hate your GOD for imprisoning parts of you?
How long until you hate me for enabling your sin?
How long until you hate our GODs for labeling us as such?
How long until you hate yourself for being this sin?
How long until I am but a guilty memory of childish exploration?
How long until your nails are bloody with your own gold plating?
How long until your kisses too, taste of grieving coal and ash
I don't want to leave your hands bloody
With YOUR blood or MINE
If you hate yourself for this, how can I forgive MYSELF
For breaking your security
If you hate your GOD for me, how can I forgive MYSELF
For ripping away your comfort
If you hate me for this-
How long until I forgive
Your GOD and YOU
For labeling my love as Poison
For believing that it is
I don't think that either of our mothers GOD's loved us as they did them.
#poetry#my poetry#religous poetry#religious themes#gay themes#gay#queer themes#gay poetry#queer poetry#poets on tumblr#poets of tumblr
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A blackout poem I made from a religious pamphlet
Life of starving children
A young boy distressed asked
“Does God know about this?”
“Yes, God knows about that”
The boy walked out
Uninterested in such a God
God is
All the evils
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Pinterest collage feature my beloved!
Vent / poetry /whatever below
As I look towards the ceiling.
I’m reminded of my place at your feet.
skin, fur and bones with a heart of gold.
revere the bitten hand that feeds
Bones with little meat,
words with no weight.
I’m reminded why I ran
I stray far.
I tug and tug and tug
I’m still tethered to my past.
I still fear what you taught me
I tug and tug and tug
It hurts it hurts it hurts
My heart feels heavy, stomach gnawing
As much as I fight.
The poison knows, it’s made a home.
It seeps through my veins
Dragging me back to your feet
The cycle continues and I’m reminded
I love like a dog. That is to say, foolishly.
leashed to your heart and loyal to a fault.
#emo#emo kid#wolf therian#otherkin#nonhuman#alterhuman#collage#poetry#freestyle absolutely knows NOTHING about poetry style#art#dog kin#wolf kin#canine therian#canine kin#religous trauma#vent post
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"𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔦'𝔪 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫, 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔟𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔢. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫, 𝔰𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔫 ℑ 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯?"
- 𝐡𝟎𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐱. (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐). ‘salt in the wound’.
#gothic blog#ethel cain#ethel cain core#gothic horror#horror blog#small town gothic#midwest gothic#western gothic#gothic#poetry#poetblr#original poem#southern horror#southern goth aesthetic#southern americana#southern aesthetic#southern gothic#southern california#religous trauma#ex religious#mother ethel#ethelcore#poems and poetry#poems on tumblr#poems and quotes
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I don’t know anything about destiel but I know the idea, the appeal. The idea that a human, inherently a sinner in theology, traumatized and broken, can fall in love with an angel. An angel above humans, who is humans, and is nothing even close to them. An angel who is perfect. A being unfeeling and unknowable but revered, perfected. Worshiped usually but no this angel is loved. Loved by a human in only the way a human could. This angel is touched with the sin stained hands of a human in the way only a human could. This angel is tainted. He loves him more for it.
Or maybe it’s the idea that an angel fell in love first and the human followed after. A human persuaded by this being, a human revering this being and that reverence turning to nothing but recognition. This angel is the same as him. He takes a step forward towards this angel who might be his but he wouldn’t know. A blind step, blind hope that the angel isn’t lying. Maybe angels don’t know how to lie, maybe they do. Humans wouldn’t know.
It’s a beautiful idea I think, that two beings who are so different in make and lives and life could fall in love. Fall is in the name. Angels aren’t supposed to do that. This angel does anyway. This human is there to catch. He drops him though, he’s not a very good catcher.
It’s beautiful to me, that little idea. Simple. Wonderful. Perhaps even, miraculous. That’s silly though, nothing about love is a miracle.
I’ve never seen supernatural.
#eriu posts#supernatural poetry goes hard I’ve learned#like it’s so fun to write#destiel#supernatural#spn#castiel supernatural#castiel#dean winchester#dean x castiel#deancas#religous imagery#a little bit not much tho#poetry
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about water
#adioart#adio.txt#wikipedia poem#poem#webweave#wikipedia poetry#wikipedia#oc art#original art#water#religous themes#biology#humans#i really hope this isn’t crunchy as hell#marine biology
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#literature#pink#poem#poetry#reading#spilled thoughts#aesthetic#dealing with grief#lost of loved one#typography#the tortured poets department#depressing shit#queue#vintage poem#life moves on#in stars and time#religous trauma#random thoughts#humans being humans#beautiful words#spilled words#idk what else to tag#film#flowers#this is me#mental health#sad thoughts#safe space#theraputic#deep thoughts
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"I envied my Shepard, my Lord, my Savior. Adorned with a golden halo atop his head, I wore a crown of thorns. He, who can do no wrong in his Father's eye, and full of love and light who brings and gives to all without exception.
I instead, am poison in the water, the great plague who has come to rampage your village and feed upon all that you love, ripping and tearing through you ravenously and carelessly. Consuming you whole, marrow and all until there is nothing left.
And when I am met face to face with Him, and he asks me why, I cry and scream with a voice that has always been there-"I had just wanted to be heard, to be seen, believed as much as He, believed in you. You, are God-Perfect in image and I, I am human, imperfect in many ways and in your shadow."
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Do you think Eve knew she was created for Adam? Do you believe that when she woke she found solace in her task to keep Adam entertained? Her very first breath was interrupted by His words “it is not good for man to be alone.” What does free will mean to Eve? What does temptation mean to Eve? What if Satan had whispered, “I created and designed this tree just for you. Come, let’s partake in its fruits together. It is not good for you to be alone.”
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Face reveal.
A lesbian who loves to Veil. I have found hope, strength, and trust in the Lord through veiling. I am not sure if I will do this indefinitely but right now I understand its power and its purpose. It is my spiritual umbrella that reminds me that God can lead me out of the storm I am going through this season if I remain strong. I do not know where I am going to go from here. I am rittled with anxiety about my future. For the first time in my life, I have no clue where I am going to be in the next 6 months. For the first time in my life, I am submitting to the fact I have no control over my current situation. I have completely given it up to the Lord. I am protected, and I honor my trust in him.
Additionally, the veil is a representation that I am changing. That God is changing me and my heart. That it is God who is working on me. That I am in a state of metamorphosis. I am undergoing great changes, and I am not ready to be revealed. These changes were brought by God and it shows that I am a work a progress and I let him work through me.
I give my heart up to the Lord who blesses me. It is great to give him thanks and praise. May he continue to have mercy upon me and protect those across the world who most need his mercy.
Glory Be to El Padre El Hijo y Espritu Santo as it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be a world without end.
Amen
#religous themes#religous trauma#catholic#faith#poetry#pray#prayer#lesbian christian#queer catholic#lesbian catholic#episcopal#lesbian Episcopalian#catholic lesbian#veiling catholic#catholic veil
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Reckoning
Perfect families.
Straight white teeth, multiple degrees.
Vacation homes at the foot of the sea.
A no-name mixing with the Kennedys.
Choking on the suffocating, fake formalities.
Posh accents & fancy polo shirts.
Smile, so sweetly, hiding their bared pearled teeth.
Ask me, so casually,
how much my life is worth.
Twist the dagger in my back,
Ask me how much it hurts.
Bend me till I start to crack,
Drowning in their laughs,
Debating which fate is worse.
Carrying the weight of the forgotten
Through the fields of legacies.
Speaking with the Ancients
While they worship false prophecies.
And it
Couldn't
Be
Me.
I smile.
Blood trickling my teeth.
A twenty first century Romeo and Juliet.
You can't kill the yearning
By playing the part society, for you, has set.
You can't bleed to truth dry,
In a pathetic attempt to establish a truth from a lie.
But you'll try-
But they'll try.
Until the night comes, day comes, where hopes die.
Where lit eyes go dark, becoming an undead stare.
Where falsehood, godhood, and priesthood intertwine-
The minute- the second they realize
but just
Don't
Care.
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all that is holy
by all that is holy
i beg you to stay
a fallen angel
his wings fall apart
as i hold him up
i capture his sacrilegious lips in mine
and in ectasy he takes my name in vain
a graveyard of eyes watch us
as we perform yet again
he grins as he takes me apart
and he knows he sins with me
but by god does he crave it
i will bring him down to earth with me
the rite of passage
let yourself fall, my love, into my arms
i will catch you before he ever could
at the altar he brings me closer
in spite of his blood, divine
the thick liquid leaves his body
replaced by mine
walk with me on consecrated ground
and bring me further
down down down we go
let me corrupt you
your touch blackened by the remnants of your past
my body covered in ash
the fire burns low
do you revel in it?
a prayer shared
and for a moment
i am all that is holy
24 / 10 / 24
prompt: congregation
week two: lights
from @lordsovorn darktober
#yes its late#im asexual so do not ask me how the idea of fucking an angel as a poetry prompt happened#would you believe me if i said i dont have religeous trauma?#.faeposting#darktobersovorn#darksovorn#sovorndarktober#darktober#poetry#poetic#poets on tumblr#original poem#poem#poem blog#poemblr#poetblr#writers and poets#angel poem#angel poetry#religion themes#religious themes#angel kink
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Salem, MA // 6/22/23
in the corner of my brain
my mothers voice will always echo
“repent my child, you are worthy of saving!
don’t you want to meet your creator at the pearly gates of heaven?”
and sometimes i lay awake at night praying to a god
whos long abandoned his creation
hands clasped, knuckles white
praying for his holy salvation
from the fiery pits that i have been promised since birth
i seem to carry this blind belief like a tumor
but i never fear,
for all saints have a past
and all sinners have a future
by svr
#gods country#my pics#american gothic#new england gothic#poetry#my poetry#dont repost just reblog#canon photography#rural new england#regional gothic#americana#massachusetts gothic#religious architecture#religious aesthetic#religious#religous trauma#gothic americana#southern gothic#working through my religious trauma by inadvertently making religion a special interest#preacher’s daughter
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Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992)/ Salvation- Keaton St.James/ The Propecy- Thomas Dagget/ Psalm 30:5/ The White Horse- Guy Owen
#david lynch#laura palmer#twin peaks#web weaving#religion#religious imagery#religous trauma#poetry#fire walk with me
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