#the masked saint

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Panorama filmique : une rubrique de films à explorer sur PlayVOD Maroc

Dans la rubrique « Panorama filmique » qui se trouve sur la page d’accueil, vous découvrirez plusieurs films que vous pourrez regarder pendant vos heures libres. Ne manquez pas de vous détendre en appréciant « The Masked Saint », « We are what we are », « Lola Versus », « The Hippopotamus », « Bad Match », « The Runner » et « Welcome To Lebanon », etc. Vous pourrez aussi opter pour « The…

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PlayVOD Maroc vous propose « The Masked Saint » en streaming

« The Masked Saint » est un film réalisé par Warren P. Sonoda qui raconte l'histoire d'un pasteur qui lutte contre le crime et tente de rétablir l'ordre dans sa ville tout en conservant son identité secrète. Il suffit de vous rendre sous la rubrique « Divers films en illimité » de PlayVOD Maroc pour avoir accès à ce long-métrage. Alors, à vous de jouer !

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I hit 2K followers on Twitter! To celebrate, I asked for drawing requests, and one of them is for the ch. 10 scene from my fic 😌

Of Saints and Sinners: Alastor sees Lucifer wearing red for the first time

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#624: THE MASKED SAINT AND KATRINA'S KREEPY KREATIONS

mike, travis and drunk discuss the following topics…. dale wheatley blew the whistle…. harvard’s selling faces…. stunt year incoming offer: adammale after the break, we talk to former wrestler/pastor chris whaley about his career, his book, the movie, working with the ultimate warrior, his advice to the rock, drinking pee and more! check out his website here and follow him on twitter here.…

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Shaka and Māra, the demon King of the Sixth Realm~

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It's Bitching about Heaven hours

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François de Lassus Saint-Geniès (1925-2018) - The Masks - 109/275

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PlayVOD Maroc vous invite à télécharger les films de votre choix

Vous souhaitez télécharger des films afin de vous divertir pendant vos heures libres ? Faites un tour sur la plateforme PlayVOD Maroc et regardez les divers titres qui vous sont proposés. Des comédies aux documentaires, en passant par les films d’horreur et les dessins animés, vous y trouverez tout ce dont vous avez besoin pour vous divertir. En plus du téléchargement légal, vous pourrez aussi…

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Soror Aureola by

Alexandru Croitoru

Original Concept by

Maxence Burgel

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Available miniatures for sale

Three Terror-inspired pieces, two heart-shaped pendants - sacred heart and Prince and swallow, dragon's eyes, Bacchae mask, eclipse and airships in the night, St Exupery's plane in lavender and Doc's moth.

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Yukio Mishima as Saint Sebastian (60s)/ Guido Reni - Saint Sebastian, 1615

“I was flipping through one of the last pages of a volume. All of a sudden, from the corner of the next page, there flashed before my eyes an image that I had to assume had lurked there for my benefit alone.

It was a reproduction of Guido Reni’s Saint Sebastian, which figures in the collection of Palazzo Rosso in Genoa.

The trunk of the tree of torment, black and slightly oblique, stood out against the Titianesque background of a gloomy forest and a serene sky, gloomy and distant. A young man of singular loveliness stood bound naked to the trunk of the tree, his arms drawn up, and the straps that clasped his crossed wrists were fastened to the tree itself. No ties of any other kind were discernible, and the only covering of the young man’s nakedness consisted of a rough white cloth that loosely wrapped around his loins.

I imagined that it was a description of a Christian martyrdom. But since it was due to a painter of the eclectic school derived from the Renaissance, even from this painting depicting the death of a Christian saint exuded a strong aroma of paganism. The young man’s body - one could even compare it to that of Antinous, Hadrian’s favorite, whose beauty was so often immortalized in sculpture - bears no trace of the hardships or exhaustion derived from missionary life, which imprint the effigy of other saints: instead, this one uniquely manifests the springtime of youth, uniquely light and pleasure and gracefulness.

That white and incomparable nudity of hers sparkles against a background of twilight. His sinewy arms, the arms of a praetorian accustomed to flex his bow and brandish his sword, are raised in a harmonious curve, and his wrists cross immediately above his head. The face is turned slightly upward and the eyes are wide open, contemplating the glory of heaven with deep tranquility. It is not suffering that hovers over the expanded chest, the taut abdomen, the barely twisted lips, but a flicker of melancholy pleasure like music. Were it not for the arrows with their points stuck in his left armpit and right hip, he would rather look like a Roman athlete relieving fatigue in a garden, leaning against a dark tree.

Arrows have plunged into the heart of the young, pulpy, fragrant flesh, and are about to consume the body from within with flames of heartbreak and supreme ecstasy. But the blood is not gushing out; the swarm of arrows seen in other paintings of St. Sebastian’s martyrdom has not yet raged. Here instead, two lone arrows send their quiet and delicate shadows over the smoothness of the skin, similar to the shadows of a branch falling on a marble staircase.

But all these interpretations and discoveries came later.

That day, the moment I glimpsed the painting, my whole being quivered with pagan joy. My blood roiled in my veins, my loins swelled almost in an emptiness of rage. The monstrous part of me that was close to exploding waited for me to use it with unprecedented ardor, rebuking my ignorance, gasping in outrage. My hands, not at all unconsciously, began a movement I had never learned. I felt something secret, something radiant, launching itself rattily to the assault from within. It erupted suddenly, bringing with it a blinding intoxication....

Some time elapsed and then, in a desolate mood, I looked around at the desk I stood in front of. Outside the window a maple tree was casting a vivid glare everywhere -- on the ink bottle, on school books and notebooks, on the dictionary, on the image of St. Sebastian. Splashes of a dim whiteness appeared here and there - on the title in gold letters of a textbook, on the margin of the inkwell, on an edge of the dictionary. Some objects dripped lazily, others glowed with a dim gleam like the eyes of a dead fish. Fortunately, a reflexive movement of my hand to protect the figure had prevented the volume from soiling.

That was my first ejaculation. And it was also the clumsy and totally unplanned beginning of my “bad habit.”

–Yukio Mishima “Confessions of a Mask”

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