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hello tumblr it's your roughly-once-every-two-months reminder that i'm a disabled unemployed freak who would like money for food and perhaps also a medical treatment. yesterday i tried to pay my two USD copay for my medications and my card got declined so it's Kinda Bad, Chief! click here to feed a specific dog
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Mammu! Finius and Ferbingetorix built Rome in a day!
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Recently got back from my study abroad in Greece, and I have sooo much drawing inspiration at the moment
Here's a doodle of my design of Dionysus, based on something I saw in Thebes


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this is not something i think anyone wants to hear but whenever i see anyone talking about how we need copyright because "otherwise disney could just steal your art and get away with it", not even counting all the times they already did that...
what makes you think they want your art?
that what you have to offer is so special that the only reason disney hasn't just ripped it off and filed the serial numbers off is The Vagaries Of Copyright Law? i dont know, it strikes me as very myopic and... very... i don't know. like. almost egotistical? that what you have to offer is so special and high quality that disney would rip it off you the moment they could If Not For Copyright. the "temporarily embarrassed viviziepop" phenomenon.
(and this isnt even accounting for the fact that if they wanted what you were selling (they don't) they'd literally just buy it from you because they have more money than g-d. see; star wars, marvel, etc.)
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What's a difference between historians people who just like to study history?
idk maybe the fulltime yearslong professional training by other professionals and constant peer review aka quality control? what's the difference between a five star chef and someone who makes homemade meals every day.
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“Queer things were said to go on in the little glen called Goat Valley ...”
Boris Dolgov (1910–1958) - illustration to “Roman Remains” by Algernon Blackwood
from ‘Weird Tales’ Vol. 40 #3, March 1948
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"What were you doing at the devils sacrament" jarking my whole thing off. Next quiestuon.
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Hot new occult trends! 🔥 🔥 🔥
God spousing is out!
Tree spousing is in!
Go woo some flora and become a forest nun!
#this is a joke do not get mad at me#i have no control over your religion#but also trees good and if you arent engaging with local ecology then I think your witchcraft is kind of lame
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First of all they can cast A SPELL
It's "Summon Slime"
and slime is the only magical decoction they need!
Despite the name, most hagfish cannot cast spells or brew magical decoctions in caldrons.
They can, however, produce copious quantities of slime, which in some ways is just as good.
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>pro AI
>dose music commissions
If you unironically think "pro-AI" and "anti-AI" make sense as coherent political outlooks I'm afraid the things you don't understand could fill a million libraries
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Guys I can’t catch a fucking break
Help me afford food and housing and medicine if you can
😞😞😞
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one of the good things about being friends with so many other trans ppl is that I will never run out of extremely cool people to admire and aspire to be like.
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If you would excuse a partial outsider’s thoughts. I am not actively Christian, though my father was a pastor for whatever that is worth. I left the church for personal reasons but was raised Christian and so have some familiarity.
Would it work to think of the wine as a wedding ring?
Like
A wedding ring is not actually marriage itself but is so deeply symbolic that the ring is treated as the physical form of marriage. If that makes sense
The wine is literally symbolic but so deeply so that for all intents and purposes it is the physical form of the blood of Christ?
This might not work at all, like I said I myself am not a practicing Christian but I do find this to be an interesting thought path!
Apologies for any accidental heresy
There's no need to apologize. I'm not Christian either, and I'm not an expert on Christian theology(you might want to ask Flagellant this. It is the OP of the post). That said, in my reading in early Christian heresies, I've had to wrap my brain around this a few times.
I don't think you can consider it symbolic(in a Catholic context, protestants disagree about this point). The communion wine and wafer are literally an extension of Christ's body, according to doctrine. It's very important that the participants in communion are literally eating Christ. You can argue what exactly it means for the bread and wine to be an extension of that body, but as soon as you claim it's a metaphor or symbol, you enter the area of heresy in the eyes of the Catholic Church.
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Yay, my dog knows tricks!
Explain the shared nature of the trinity next? Specifically, why Jesus asked his father for things(Mathew 26:39, Luke 26:34) if they are the same being?
yall have no idea how paranoid i am trying to talk abt the nature of transubstantiation on tumblr considering it is literally SO easy to accidentally do a heresy. this is the sort of shit priests will study their whole lives to try and have a more complete understanding of how it works. in attempting to simplify you will always run into the language barrier. it's like trying to explain algebra to a heptapod. i have to figure out how to communicate the fact that the blood of christ is a metaphor without ever implying it is a metaphor because no it isnt it is the literal blood of christ (it is also still just wine though)(but no it isnt)(do you see the issue here)
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The city watchman had a choice: acknowledge the corpse, or continue eating his sausage roll. His stomach growled. To acknowledge this particular corpse would mean acknowledging that it was a famous and politically charged corpse, one with potentially ruinous consequences for his pension, weeks if not months of hard thankless work, and mountains upon mountains of paperwork. To continue eating a sausage roll meant a warm and savory snack to ward off the cold. And! Would a policeman risk getting sausage roll crumbs on a crime scene? Of course not. Especially not a crime scene with such momentous implications for his career and personal safety. That would be unprofessional. It was perhaps the easiest choice he had ever made. Someone was going to have to deal with the corpse. As long as it wasn’t him.
The respite of the sausage roll allowed him time to weigh his options. He turned to face the street. He would have remarked on how bad the rain was getting, had a small plastic woman not collided with him.
After an embarrassingly long moment of regaining his footing and groping for anything grope-able, the watchmen seized her by the lapel of her ratty raincoat. “Hey!” He barked through a volley of sausage roll buckshot. “Watch where you’re going! Don’t you know this is a crime scene?” He put the small plastic woman down as quickly as he could, and shoved her a good distance away.
Digit the Witch tried to speak, specifically to swear, but all that came out was an electrical cable. Digit the Witch could not stand cities, and this one was in the running for the worst city she had ever visited. It was her turn to take a moment. After slurping the cable back into her throat, and punching herself in the stomach to reset the connection, she managed to croak out: “Kshmorri saur,* are you with the city watch?”
The guard’s eyes narrowed. Surely he didn’t hit her that hard. “What’s it to ya?”
“I was hired by the constabulary, but I cannot find it in this strandher** of a city.”
The guard laughed at her. He wasn’t forcing it either. The idea of her joining the city watch was truly, genuinely, hilarious to this man. Digit scowled up at him, and the city beyond.
“Actually” he chucked. “That is a great idea. The constabulary is down on viridium road. You can’t miss it. The street is green. You head down there, and tell them the governor guard has a case for them. There’s a body at the Calf and Camphor. Got that?”
“Green street. Calf and Camphor. Got it.”
“Good!” the guard laughed to himself again as he watched the small plastic woman scramble away. He took a final bite of his sausage roll. The moment she was out of sight, he strolled away. What luck! He thought to himself. What luck indeed! ---
*apologies, ugly hog **shit-heap
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#writing#need to remember to read this after work#there is a delightful pettiness to this opening that I find so charming#and representational of a part of city life not often remarked on
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