***Flawless (feat. Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche)

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posted 9 months ago (® hormoaning)

gatheringbones:

im sorry i like shipping eve and the devil bc there’s the devil being all serious and gloomy and Standing In Opposition To All Of God’s Works and Bringing About The Downfall Of Man and here’s this sweet girl who doesn’t wear as many clothes as she should who keeps texting him all the time saying hey goober :) :) and call me :) and u got a cute butt :) and i cut u out some coupons!!!!!! :D :D :D

#jesus is her bff they go out 2 coffee a lot #theyre all really queer together #bc jesus is queer and lucifer is Above gender and eve just likes kissing people a lot

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posted 10 months ago (® gatheringbones)

reclaimingthelesbiantag:

Karen Grace, “Push: On Holy Thursday”.

Just a fair warning: this is NSFW for sexual content. “Push” is about Karen Grace’s experience with being thrown out of her church because she is gay, and it’s incredibly moving.

All rights reserved to Karen Grace

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vega-ofthe-lyre:

Descending Theology: The Garden by Mary Karr

vega-ofthe-lyre:

Descending Theology: The Garden by Mary Karr

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posted 1 year ago (® eros-turannos)

2damnfeisty:

tv-movie-addiction:

“Jesus spoke ebonics”

I love her.

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posted 1 year ago (® tv-movie-addiction)
Giuseppe SanmartinoCristo Velato (Veiled Christ), 1753
Cappella Sansevero, Naples

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posted 1 year ago (® ironlithium)
hierophiliac:


okayophelia:


Archetypes | JUDAS



A traitor is never just a traitor. He walks the field at night retracing his steps over and over until his feet bleed and his throat burns from the screaming. His betrayal is overwhelming, rippling out through his past and future until there is no end in sight, until the choice seems to have been all his life was ever meant to be. Could he have been so blind to his own evil nature, his own cruel lips, his base tongue, his own twisted soul? God roars through his dreams, the flames leap through his destiny, and always but always, he remembers the words of Jesus, as he gripped his face with a terrified fire in his dark eyes, and told him to do what he would do, and have it done quickly. Like it was scripture written onto his soul, Judas could not have done otherwise, consumed with a need that was never just for silver. It was too much, to be beloved of the son of God; it was always too much light to bear.
Like a dream, his lips ghost over and over the face of Jesus, giving the damning kiss, and silver falls through his hands, burns cold into his lips where the skin of the messiah he had loved was so warm. He desecrated his own soul that the children of God might be saved, he understands that now, but does not trust to the redemption it promises him, not when he is wracked with such a pain of remorse his bones ache and crack with it. Not when he cannot stop screaming out the name of Christ, his brother, like a prayer. He will die by his own hand, hanging in the field of blood with the word of God like love on his lips. 





#nothing crueller than loving and being loved by a prophet #the love of the disciples was overwhelming and so was their jealousy #would jesus not have chosen the one he loved best to destroy him; to raise him up on the cross that humanity might be saved? #would he not have wanted love to be the driving force behind his pain?#would that not have made the unbearable bearable? #if judas was driven by a greed; by an evil; was gripped by satan as they say #would it not have crept in through the faultlines in his soul #left gaping wide open by exposure to the sheer force of adoration and transcendence #that always breaks us all wide open #and sends us running terrified from what we see there? #was judas acting in fear or in greed or in love or in holiness or evil? #the answer is always; has always been; all of it #the son of god does not die by accident #not by the hand of random malice or greed #no; he dies by love; every time #the kingdom of god is within you because you ate it #my judas feels are incomparable and overwhelming and highly unique#a traitor is never just a traitor #(well that’s it in a nutshell)

hierophiliac:

okayophelia:

Archetypes | JUDAS

A traitor is never just a traitor. He walks the field at night retracing his steps over and over until his feet bleed and his throat burns from the screaming. His betrayal is overwhelming, rippling out through his past and future until there is no end in sight, until the choice seems to have been all his life was ever meant to be. Could he have been so blind to his own evil nature, his own cruel lips, his base tongue, his own twisted soul? God roars through his dreams, the flames leap through his destiny, and always but always, he remembers the words of Jesus, as he gripped his face with a terrified fire in his dark eyes, and told him to do what he would do, and have it done quickly. Like it was scripture written onto his soul, Judas could not have done otherwise, consumed with a need that was never just for silver. It was too much, to be beloved of the son of God; it was always too much light to bear.

Like a dream, his lips ghost over and over the face of Jesus, giving the damning kiss, and silver falls through his hands, burns cold into his lips where the skin of the messiah he had loved was so warm. He desecrated his own soul that the children of God might be saved, he understands that now, but does not trust to the redemption it promises him, not when he is wracked with such a pain of remorse his bones ache and crack with it. Not when he cannot stop screaming out the name of Christ, his brother, like a prayer. He will die by his own hand, hanging in the field of blood with the word of God like love on his lips. 

#nothing crueller than loving and being loved by a prophet #the love of the disciples was overwhelming and so was their jealousy #would jesus not have chosen the one he loved best to destroy him; to raise him up on the cross that humanity might be saved? #would he not have wanted love to be the driving force behind his pain?#would that not have made the unbearable bearable? #if judas was driven by a greed; by an evil; was gripped by satan as they say #would it not have crept in through the faultlines in his soul #left gaping wide open by exposure to the sheer force of adoration and transcendence #that always breaks us all wide open #and sends us running terrified from what we see there? #was judas acting in fear or in greed or in love or in holiness or evil? #the answer is always; has always been; all of it #the son of god does not die by accident #not by the hand of random malice or greed #no; he dies by love; every time #the kingdom of god is within you because you ate it #my judas feels are incomparable and overwhelming and highly unique#a traitor is never just a traitor #(well that’s it in a nutshell)

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posted 1 year ago (® okayophelia)

postmodernismruinedme replied to your post: SECRET LESBIAN JESUS wow that is all i want from…

While not quite a lesbian Jesus, there’s a book series called “Jesus in Love” in which Jesus is a bi-gender pansexual. It’s super awesome.

oh man that is so cool!!!!!!! that is more in line with how i think, buying into mythology wherein jesus is both child and essential part of god, jesus would have identified? like wherein gender is both a thing that you feel and perform, but a distinctly human and bodied endeavor, a disembodied acultured (pre-cultured) being previously aware of themselves as discretely aware and self would, i think, have a really complex interaction with gender & sex and like

oh my god you could do so many things with it like

and that’s not even getting to the people whom jesus might or might not want to bang

jesus!!!!! JESUS AND JENDER!!!!!!!!

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posted 1 year ago (® catbushandludicrous)
gatheringbones:


notbecauseofvictories:


I am Gabriel, that stand in the presence of God; and am sent to speak unto thee, and to shew thee these glad tidings.



fem!Gabriel, second in the series with fem!Michael, and done in response to this





#Okay so Gabriel is my favorite archangel #because of all the angels it is Gabriel who leans closest to humanity #it is Gabriel who must translate between the Word and the messy inexactitudes of human dialects #(angels speak in Euclidean geometry; in the blare of trumpets and uncomprimising exactness) #(but humanity—we are creatures of connotation and context; our vocabulary is one made up of slantwise syllabaries and ill-defined shapes #our transliterations are inexact things; we barely understand one another—think of an angelic mind trying to bend its right angles into … #fractals just to try and express a fingernail of what the Lord said)#but Gabriel speaks; Gabriel bends low and whispers; Gabriel tries harder than any other to understand #and as a consequence I think Gabriel loves a little differently than her sisters #(because human love is like human language—messy and inexact and shifting; powerful when wielded by one who knows its power) #and then Gabriel is sent to deliver the good news to the Mother of God without sin; Theotokos and the Queen of Heaven #but instead she gets Miriam—Miriam who is slender and sun-browned and determined and faithful #and Gabriel basically follows her around for nine months trying to figure out how this human girl becomes the mystical figure the angels … #were told she was; the one they know she will become #and Miriam treats her new pet archangel with this mix of amusement and wariness because—ARCHANGEL #and then they become besties and Gabriel comes to her throughout the rest of her life (especially the cross—guys I can see that scene so… #clearly #I’m Catholic; we have a lot of Mary!feels 

gatheringbones:

notbecauseofvictories:

I am Gabriel, that stand in the presence of God; and am sent to speak unto thee, and to shew thee these glad tidings.

fem!Gabriel, second in the series with fem!Michael, and done in response to this

#Okay so Gabriel is my favorite archangel #because of all the angels it is Gabriel who leans closest to humanity #it is Gabriel who must translate between the Word and the messy inexactitudes of human dialects #(angels speak in Euclidean geometry; in the blare of trumpets and uncomprimising exactness) #(but humanity—we are creatures of connotation and context; our vocabulary is one made up of slantwise syllabaries and ill-defined shapes #our transliterations are inexact things; we barely understand one another—think of an angelic mind trying to bend its right angles into … #fractals just to try and express a fingernail of what the Lord said)#but Gabriel speaks; Gabriel bends low and whispers; Gabriel tries harder than any other to understand #and as a consequence I think Gabriel loves a little differently than her sisters #(because human love is like human language—messy and inexact and shifting; powerful when wielded by one who knows its power) #and then Gabriel is sent to deliver the good news to the Mother of God without sin; Theotokos and the Queen of Heaven #but instead she gets Miriam—Miriam who is slender and sun-browned and determined and faithful #and Gabriel basically follows her around for nine months trying to figure out how this human girl becomes the mystical figure the angels … #were told she was; the one they know she will become #and Miriam treats her new pet archangel with this mix of amusement and wariness because—ARCHANGEL #and then they become besties and Gabriel comes to her throughout the rest of her life (especially the cross—guys I can see that scene so… #clearly #I’m Catholic; we have a lot of Mary!feels 

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posted 1 year ago (® notbecauseofvictories)

honeyspider:

favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: The Virgin Mary with M.I.A

There were times when she thought, this is too much for me. In those early days she had felt so young - tooyoung, too unsure, barely out of her father’s house. The angel should have gone to another girl, not to her.

But he grew and it got easier. She forgot that he wasn’t hers, not really. She let herself forget that he was meant for more than just to be loved by her. Running around with his brothers and sisters, Mary felt the same swell in her heart for all of them. They were all the blood of her blood, the flesh of her flesh, the spirit of her spirit. If it was a blasphemous thought, God never struck her down for it.

One night he came to her and dropped his head into her lap, sobbing as though the world had torn out his heart. He wouldn’t say a word. Silently she stroked his hair and whispered soothing words for her little boy, her tiny king of kings.

He slept in her arms that night, almost too big to do that now, and in the morning there were no more tears. They had been replaced by a quiet resolve. He looked suddenly older to her, older and sadder, the cloak of childhood pushed aside.

Only many years later would she understand the reason for those tears. Only when she had to watch him bleeding and suffering, crying out to a father while a mother clawed through the crowd to reach him. And when they let her hold the body of her child, Mary rocked and wept and thought, this is too much for me.

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posted 1 year ago (® manticoreimaginary)
tsarevnas:

scarlet37:

Caravaggio, Maria Maddalena in estasi (1606)

okayophelia:
#mary magdalene always #the disciple who loved and was loved so much it hurt to look upon #and became obscene in the eyes of those who loved and were loved less #the whore; the saint; the love and lover of holy flesh #nope #mary magdalene #the kingdom of god is within you because you ate it

tsarevnas:

scarlet37:

Caravaggio, Maria Maddalena in estasi (1606)

okayophelia:

#mary magdalene always #the disciple who loved and was loved so much it hurt to look upon #and became obscene in the eyes of those who loved and were loved less #the whore; the saint; the love and lover of holy flesh #nope #mary magdalene #the kingdom of god is within you because you ate it

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