#theme: catholicism

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Fast the Night Is Fading by snapesnailtape Pairing: Severus/Lily Rating: T Word Count: 2k Podfic available here Read by: Cailynwrites Length: 10-30 minutes Brother Joseph, bring the light, fast the night is fading And who will come, this wintry night, to where the stranger's waiting? It's Christmas Eve, and Severus's shift as St. Mungo's top Dark Curses specialist ended over two hours ago, yet he's still holed up in his office, haunted by one particular patient and trying to find a cure. But although Severus may not be able to find a cure for this patient, he does have one thing to give him—a family.

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[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your OTP like this

[onthecrosslook]

god fills a dennis-shaped hole in mac’s life

[that-butch-archivist]

source: That's Ms. Bulldyke to You, Charlie! by Jane Caminos

[canisalbus]

I love your art so much. There is something so distinctive about how tender and warm you draw Vasco and Machete and I love it all it just makes my heart melt. I love the dynamic of the catholic queer identity you have for them it's so distinctive and you do it so well. Keep up the amazing work, you are honestly one of my favorite if not my favorite artist you bring me so much comfort with your work.

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[banishedchildofeve]

‘Ground’ - Dan Hiller, 2020

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[theuntaemed]

yeah Alucard’s new design could have a logical reason behind it but have you ever considered Hair Sparkle Me Likey

[tothecrucifieddeer]

Written 07/31/24 [POEM FOUR]

Sometimes in my dreams you pick my wings off slow and meticulous--like you are wiping dust from my moth back one particle at a time.

I am an angel and you make me naked one feather at a time.

Do you remember how I used to fly? Do you?

Naked before God, but in a different way, naked as a sign of trust, of love--

But you have made my body bare and bruised, crumpled up and sick, my hands don't know me now--

nails as my halo--blood as my song--you have made me this, you have, you have--

Worst of all you might be a new Messiah, angels sing your name--there is so much I love about you and I hate that--

Look at the gore you wrought! My bones turned to iron and hid by depression fat--I should burn you down. I love you--isn't it disgusting?

My hands, look at my hands! They're shaking, aching, desperate, needy--I knew you. Open wound of a man--soft, gentle, until no one was around;

burn me if you must, crush me into dust--angry like electrolemon lightning strikes. Do you hate me? I couldn't bear that--melt me back into glass globs--turn me to pure sand again.

Could you ever want me back? I'd let you rip me up all over again--

You know, it's all rigor mortise on the memory--raise the dead sweet boy,

I know you can. In the end, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

[hearts-hunger]

i love you religious themes i love you spiritual symbolism i love you theological interpretations i love you devotional imagery

[justdreamypacis]

"You should make cute moodboards!"

Slaps you with this. Religious trauma in a Paci. You're welcome

[theautismcorner]

Heaven Help Us is a masterpiece of a song and it rips me to shreds every time

This specific part KILLS me

And would you pray for me? (You don't know a thing about my sins) (How the misery begins) Or make a saint of me? (You don't know) (So I'm burning, I'm burning) And will you lay for me? (You don't know a thing about my sins) (How the misery begins) Or make a saint? (You don't know) ('Cause I'm burning, I'm burning)

Its so me fr (can you tell I grew up Catholic)

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Blood and Brimstone by calanthe_fic Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: E Word Count: 42k Also available as a pdf or e-book file The Inquisition claims it reforms and cleanses Prodigals of their demonic heritage, but Captain Harry Potter learns that the Church has lost its way and is worse by far than the devils in Hells Below.

[mars-ipan]

Matthew 7:15

(my commissions are open!)

[cicenice]

hill of crosses

[lotussart]

This is my body (I swear it is, please believe me)

Touch me and see (this is real, this is me)

[tropicalua]

a digital zine about my experience with depression and religion

it was important for me that it was written in portuguese (my first language) and translated also to english later. let me know your thoughts or if you can relate at all. sometimes i think i'm still that 16 year-old girl who is so sick