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[tomicscomics]

07/18/2025

Such total hospitality. "Hospitotality," if you will.

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JOKE-OGRAPHY: 1. In this Bible story, three figures appear to Abraham, and they're identified as the Lord. Abraham shows them hospitality, offering that they sit under a tree as he brings them water to bathe their feet, along with fresh cakes, meat, curds and milk. As the figures eat, they bless Abraham, telling him that his wife, Sarah, will give birth to a son by the same time next year. 2. The figures are not each specifically identified in the passage, though the narration ambiguously calls them "Lord," so either (1) they're three angelic representatives of the Lord, (2) one is the Lord and two are angelic attendants, or (3) the three figures represent the three Persons of the Triune God. I went with the latter interpretation for the character designs and the pun. 3. In this cartoon, Abraham offers hospitality to the figures just like in the Bible story, though he throws in a pun along the way. He offers them cake and meat to go with their "TriniTEA," stressing the final syllable of "Trinity" (as in "a group of three") into the word "tea" (as in the drink).

[beatricehawthorne]

So cute 😆

[httpsoftbunni]

i haven’t slept in three days.

i genuinely can’t remember the last time i really ate.

my body looks like a shadow of itself—bones where softness used to be.

i feel so alone.

not just physically, but in that deep, aching kind of way.

the kind where silence isn’t peaceful—it’s terrifying.

i hate that i don’t feel safe unless someone else is there.

i hate that my body won't let me rest or nourish myself unless i feel protected.

i’m 25.

i should be able to take care of myself by now, right?

but here i am—starving, shaking, hurting—because no one is here to remind me i’m allowed to live.

and the worst part?

i’m so embarrassed by how fragile i’ve become.

how much i still need someone to hold space for me just so i can do basic human things.

i want to heal.

i need to heal.

but i’m so tired. and i don’t know where to begin.

please… if you’re reading this…

just say a little prayer or send a little light.

i don’t want to disappear.

[beatricehawthorne]

Queen Lucy was beloved of her brothers and sister, and the land sang softly in her presence.

The youngest of the four thrones at Cair Paravel, she was called the Littlest Queen—but there was nothing small in her spirit. Light followed in her steps, and even the sternest hearts were moved by her charm. She rejoiced in simple wonders, laughed with unclouded eyes, and gave thanks in all things, her soul ever turned toward Aslan, the Great Lion, whose voice had sung Narnia into being.

She bore the healing cordial, red as firelight, and with it restored the broken and the bleeding. She spoke to fauns and dryads as easily as to kings, for she saw no difference in the worth of those who walked beside her. Many, seeing her youth, her vivaciousness, and her ready smile, thought her fragile—a child to be shielded from the world's sharp edges.

But Aslan named her Valiant, and that name was no idle gift.

For when darkness rose and the horns of war called across the hills, Lucy did not falter. She clad herself in armor. She took up her dagger, her bow and quiver, and rode to stand beside her brothers beneath the banners of the Lion. On the field, her eyes burned like stars. Her blade was swift, her aim unerring, and her courage a flame no shadow could quench.

She was healer and warrior, friend and fierce defender. Not loud in wrath, but unshakable in purpose.

Queen Lucy the Valiant. So was she named. So she remained.

[beatricehawthorne]

Though the sky was still wrapped in the hush of dawn, High King Peter and Edmund the Just were already deep in discussion.

The two kings, wise far beyond their tender years, were ever steadfast in their devotion to Narnia, the realm bestowed upon them by Aslan, the Great Lion. Bound by brotherhood and a trust as unshakable as the stones of Cair Paravel, they were of one heart and mind.

What matter stirred their early council? A shadow stirring within the borders? A rising threat from neighboring lands? Only the sun rising slowly above the edge of the world holds the secret of their words.

[beatricehawthorne]

"I wonder if she uses her beauty to stop wars, or to start them. She's beautiful enough to do either."

~ Recalling the Cry ~ a Narnia fanfic by BrokenKestrel.

I was wandering along the seashore on a summer’s morn when I stumbled upon one of the most hauntingly beautiful scenes I have ever beheld. It was pure happenstance—a fleeting notion, a whisper in the mind—that drew me to the shores of Narnia at the break of dawn.

And there, I saw her.

No song sung in the courts, no tale spun by firelight, no rumor carried by the wind could ever capture even a glimmer of her beauty.

Under the newborn light of morning, as the sea whispered its eternal lullaby and the waves glowed with the blush of pearl and rose, the older Queen of Narnia stood still and silent upon the sands. She was robed in a simple gown of white, as modest as it was elegant. Her long black hair, which in court was always braided and bound with regal precision, now danced freely upon the breeze. The light of dawn crowned her with a purity so radiant, it stilled the breath.

Her guards lingered at a respectful distance—close enough to protect, yet far enough to grant her the solitude that a monarch might seldom know.

I had no wish to disturb that private moment. I meant to withdraw quietly, unseen. But just as I turned, the Queen stirred, as if the sea itself had whispered that her vigil was complete. She turned to face the waking world.

In that instant, my heart faltered.

Her eyes—blue as the deep sea, and no less fathomless—seized my very soul.

I bowed hastily, then—shamefully, clumsily—fled, my face aflame, my composure lost to the wind. And though years may pass, and my youth fade like mist upon the tide, I shall never forget the hush of that morning.

In that moment, I understood why princes from far-flung realms longed for the Gentle Queen of Narnia, and why her brothers, the Kings, were so fiercely protective of their sister.

♧ From the Private Journal of Lord Alves, Son of the Envoy of the Island Kingdom of Norhem, during the official visit to Cair Paravel ♧

[metamorphesque]

It’s strange to think that long before I had a name or a heartbeat, I existed in some shadowed, elemental way. Women are born with all the eggs they'll ever have, and these begin forming while they're still in the womb. So when my mother was just a fetus, the egg that would become me was already inside her. That means my grandmother carried not just my mother, but the beginning of me as well. For a fleeting moment, the three of use shared one body, and went through life together, layered like nesting dolls.

[cheerfullycatholic]

Tags from @catie-does-things GIRL I love this

[16tinyfrogs]

on watching a parent age

i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening

[theriu]

OP, this is genuinely a masterpiece, three poems in one, moving and well craft. Please tell me you have submitted it to at least some poetry contests, and if not, please do so.

[beatricehawthorne]

[historian-in-pearls]

[ynhart]

Merry Christmas!

[beatricehawthorne]

Merry Christmas! God bless us, every one!

[via-crucis]

The Annunciation by Mikhail Nesterov. 

[ghostsandgod]

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

why does viva la vida by coldplay always go so hard. i hear those opening strings and instantly im a cynical and mournful king walking through his overthrown kingdom like oh shit I totally did used to rule the world!!! I used to roll the dice and feel the fear in my enemies’ eyes but now im literally sweeping the streets I used to roam!!!! idk what it is about this song but for some reason i can’t explain

[rohans-daughter]

hey @that-catholic-shinobi why did you make me realize for the first time why that song hits me the way it does

[that-catholic-shinobi]

Ngl i didn’t realize this either until I said it and reblogged it however it makes sense.

The soul is aware of the fallen nature of man and mourns for its lost inheritance until it is reclaimed

[beatricehawthorne]

Hey! It’s me again! I notice you like Code Geass too!

Actually in my Narnian/Ransom Trilogy fanfiction multiverse and I have a reimagined Code Geass AU as well

Code Geass: Lelouch of The Knighthood which is mostly inspired by Prince Caspian

It exists as an alternate earth which like the D.Gray-Man world shares a singularity which is The Birth,Death, and Resurrection of Christ which redeemed all worlds

In it Suzaku was framed for his parents assassination and his memories rewritten as a child, this was the work along other political figures throughout the world getting assassinated(including Marianne along with Lelia and Empress Tianzi’s parents) in a satanic conspiracy of The Geass Order lead by Vincent(insert Freemason joke here) under their service to “The Usurper of Geass” who’s implied to be Satan/Tash/The Bent One

Soon this leads to Charles own death when he regrets what he’s done and finds out about Mary’s death being part of the cults plan and is about to tell the public and Schnizel taking over with a satanic mockery of Geass with the aid of V.V. to continue the scheme

Here Aslan/Christ appears as cloaked and masked figure “The Master of Geass” son of “The Infinite One” and through whom “The Geass Specter” proceed through

And the Keeper of Space Time is the Oyarsa of this world if your familiar with The Ransom/Space Trilogy

Geass in this case is the configuration of “Deep Magic” of This World and given how C’s world works, it can kinda be how the communion of Saints manifests itself in this world and tragedy befalls only to those who try to bend it to their will rather than submitting to the Master, kinda was inspired by The Magician’s Nephew

Basically Lelouch and Co make better choices(there’s still drama and conflict mind you!) and their major goal is to get Nunally seated as Empress and stop The Ragnarok Connection which is far more demonic in this AU

I’m just thinking how Aslan would get to Lelouch, Suzaku, and Kaplan with their bitterness and sorrows. Lelouch definitely needs work with the wounds of betrayal, and hoo boy is Jesus not unfamiliar with betrayal and suffering

That's a lot information to digest so I took my time thinking and answering this ask. I must say you put a lot of mind and efforts into this fanfiction of yours. Such enthusiasm is admirable, so keep up with it and don't let what I share next be a guide to your brainstorming and world-building. I believe one remains a better judge for one's own writing, for good or for bad.

I have zero knowledge on the Ransom Trilogy, so little can I contribute on details related to it. I do love Code Geass, though; so I can share a bit.

In my opinion, Code Geass is a story about the battle of philosophy and ideologies which ends with the triumph of the protagonist's, Lelouch's, idea, which bears the closest resemblance to Christianity. Unlike his father Charles or his brother Schneizel, Lelouch chooses the role of a villain to be slain instead of the role of God (funny, as the Son shows Himself to us not as the dominating Lord, but chose to follow the will of the Father to be the sacrificial Lamb to take away the sin of the world). He offers himself as a sacrifice to give the world a chance to embrace the future and puts his trust in people's perserving wish for happiness, and death is also his way of atonement. Despite all his lies and faults, Lelouch is quite a romanticist who never gives up his belief in hope and dreams, who treasures his loved ones, who, to quote Chesterton, "hate it [the world] enough to change it, and yet love it enough to think it worth changing." For such a character, I don't think it's hard for our Lord to reach to his heart. The only issue is whether he will accept our Lord's will, which asks him to entrust everything to the Divine Mercy.

Suzaku is the obstinate one here. While I also love him as dearly as I love Lelouch, after losing Euphemia, he acts like a jerk (partly justified), and only after committing the irreversible crime of robbing the lives of over 10 mil people that he accepts Lelouch's method and wholeheartedly works with him for the greater good. Still, I understand why Suzaku stubbornly clings to his idea, and he's right in thinking that the ends cannot justify the means; though frankly I think his means are also controversial and contradicting to this particular belief. Anyway, how God touch his heart depends on at which point Suzaku is at that time (the naive suicidal boy before meeting Euphy, the man full of anger and resentment after her death and betrayal to Lelouch, or the massacrer of millions).

Lelouch and Suzaku make the best choices with what they have to deliver a good story; not necessarily the wisest, but most appropriate given their personalities and surrounding circumstances. Now the thing with stories and fanfiction is that I love them because while they are somewhat similar to the real world, they need a bit of naiveté and idealization to let everything fall into its place and bring about the wanted outcome. You have chosen the hard task of bringing God to your fantasy universe as the only thing equal with such experience is our real life, which will last till the Day of Judgment. Best to quote Tolkien here:

“... Actually I am a Christian, and indeed a Roman Catholic, so that I do not expect ‘history’ to be anything but a ‘long defeat’— though it contains (and in legend may contain more clearly and movingly) some samples or glimpses of final victory.”

(JRR Tolkien, Letters, 255)

I object to the idea of a masked and cloaked figure. That reduces Jesus Christ to a mere symbol while unlike Zero, He is the Way, the Truth and the Life, the Word in flesh and blood. To have Him hide behind any kind of mantle seems tasteless and defies His nature.

I'm also not comfortable with the idea of Lelouch doing his best to put Nunnally on the throne. While she is more than capable, I doubt Lelouch would place such a heavy burden on his dearest sister's shoulders. It's one thing that the situation forces him to let that happen or her to take on the responsibility by herself; it's totally another thing for him to treat it as his original goal. Lelouch loves Nunnally too much to do that.

Hope you find my answer helpful.

[beatricehawthorne]

Can you please make more of Michael art please he is my favorite saint 👏🏾😇

First thing first, I apologize for taking so long to answer your question. It's been so hectic a time for me that I rarely log in to my Tumblr account.

And about your request, I'm afraid I have to say I have no intention of drawing St. Michael in the near future. Just one piece of artwork was very taxing for me as I struggled to illustrate the beauty and holiness of St. Michael. I believe the Saints need to be illustrated with reverence and respect, so I've not been able to freely draw them according to my imagination without careful consideration.

Thank you very much for liking my artwork. May the Prince of the Heavenly Host pray for you and defend you against the devil.

[thebeautifulbook]

FLEUR DE LYS-SHAPED BOOK OF HOURS, in Latin, use of Rome (Paris, c. 1553). Illuminated manuscript on paper.

180 x 80mm. i + 117 leaves, each page with 24 lines written in a 'roman' hand in black ink within a liquid gold border in the shape of a half fleur de lys, spaces infilled with liquid gold fronds on blue or red grounds, line-fillers and one- and two-line initials of the same colours, eleven lobe-shaped miniatures. Nineteenth-century brown morocco gilt, semé with fleur de lys, doublures of red morocco gilt, edges gauffered and gilt (upper cover detached). [Christies Auction House, 2006 catalog]

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[tabernacleheart-deactivated2025]

struggling, help needed

I'm reaching out tonight because I've fallen on hard times and have exhausted my other resources, all I have left is charity.

I am disabled and have a fixed income. Unfortunately, this month most of that income has gone towards doctor-related expenses (such as medicine that insurance wont cover), and that income has drained fast.

I need to pay my phone bill, wash my clothes, buy household essentials (soap, tissues, toothpaste, etc.) and buy food. I have $17 left. It's impossible. I am reaching out for help because these are immediate needs, my phone is my only contact with my family and unfortunately I still need to take care of myself.

Please, if you can spare a dollar or two, God bless you if you can. I didn't see a crash like this coming for me.

All I have is Paypal, which you can click through that link.

Again, God bless you for your compassion and generosity. This is a very tough time in my life and I appreciate everything. Please pray for me.