#Religious Places

[sheltiechicago]

Chapel In France

“The Echo Of The Forgotten Sacred”: I Explored The Most Beautiful Abandoned Religious Places

By Jahz Design

Church In France

Church In Italy

Church In Belgium

[annina-dietzenbacher-photography]

Annina Dietzenbacher - Summer 2024

[bluegiragi]

muzzle stays on 'til he learns some manners.

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[stuckinapril]

don't stress about that opportunity that fell through or that friend you lost or that thing you really want to happen but isn't. as long as you keep your chin up and try try try again, better things will replace your losses. i'm looking at my life rn and actually marveling at how every single thing i stressed about, whether it be an opportunity or a person, got supplanted w another thing that is so much better. it really is true that loss makes space for better things. these days i don't get sad when something doesn't work out. i get excited that i'm now open to so many other possibilities out there, so long as i actively seek them. you never lack. you just transition.

[fleshofchrist]

blessed be

[secretsoftheuniverse1987]

I see a lot of references to the scene in Goodbye Stranger where Dean, on his knees, begs Cas to come back to himself (and to Dean), and I see a lot of reference to Dean referring to praying as begging, but not a lot about how these scenes are literally in back to back episodes? Dean Winchester really said I don't pray because it feels like begging, but I'll pray to you, and then in the literal next episode said fuck it, let's drop the pretense, I am begging. I need you.

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[feluka]

please make palestine impossible to ignore. bring it up whenever and wherever. talk to everyone you know.

[musubiki]

danmarch 🐉💎

[sweeterelease]

animal lover regulus who just has to greet whatever creature he encounters. regulus who after his brother left, all company he could enjoy at home were insects and the occasional stray cat wandering around. regulus who subtly waves at any crows that fly by, says hello to the black dog he sometimes sees running around the quidditch field when he goes flying at night, and nods cordially every time an owl rushes through with a message.

animal lover regulus who once ventures a little too deep into the forbidden forest, gets a little lost. regulus who's starting to get restless and fidgets with his robes, who suddenly hears rustling and turns around startled. regulus who relaxes once he sees the stag, that —although much bigger— seems in the same predicament as him. regulus who speaks softly, keeping his tone gentle to try and not scare the deer away, who dares to stumble forward, reaching to touch around the animal's head. regulus who waits as the stag slowly, hesitantly comes to him, nesting it's soft nose against his palms. regulus who lets out a chuckle when the stag gradually becomes more and more confortable under his touch, who watches as the tension leaves it's body, frightened brown eyes settling shut. regulus who hushes the stag, praises, thanks it for letting him close. regulus who wonders why the fur is turning warmer even though it's getting chilly in the woods. regulus who feels so at peace here, with his forehead pressed against a deer and his hands wrapped around heavy antlers.

animal lover regulus who eventually pulls back, blinking a few times as he grounds himself again. regulus who remembers it's actually late and he should be back before curfew. regulus who, on a wimp, surges forwards a presses a tiny kiss right on the stag's nose, laughs softly at the stupidity of it all, and hurries back into the castle. regulus who later lies in bed, fighting sleep as his mind replays what happened earlier. regulus who decides to go into the woods the next day, in hopes of encountering the stag again.

[sheltiechicago]

Mausoleum In Romania

“The Echo Of The Forgotten Sacred”: I Explored The Most Beautiful Abandoned Religious Places

By Jahz Design

Orthodox Church In Greece

Church In France

Orthodox Church In Greece

[groovyfags]

Religious queers are holy and loved

Religious queers are not sad or misguided or in need of saving

Your own issues with (almost always Christian) religious trauma do not give you a key to lash out laterally at religious queers or assume they're being hurt or abused by their beliefs

[arc-hus]

Chapel Santa Maria Degli Angeli, Mount Tamaro, Switzerland - Mario Botta

[die-rosastrasse]

Church of the Holy Spirit, Munich

September 2022 (credits belong to this blog)

[myloverbelladonna]

[gay-otlc]

Sure you hate nazis but do you, like, actually respect Jews?