ITS JEALOUSY UNYIELDING AS THE GRAVE

Fuck me, Father, for I have sinned. Practicer of transgressive aesthetic catholicism and patron of the devil, among many others.

[childfromheaven]

Our Lady of Sorrows.

Christ she saw in torment languish, Saw the Son of her affection, Dying, desolate, alone.

[diana-andraste]

Therefore my heart is glad, Julian Smith, 1930s (printed c. 1948)

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Holy Saturday and no one's even posted that poem where no one at the harrowing of hell can say anything when Jesus arrives except for Joseph

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

I guess I have to do everything myself

Limbo by Sister Mary Ada

The ancient greyness shifted

Suddenly and thinned

Like mist upon the moors

Before a wind.

An old, old prophet lifted

A shining face and said :

“He will be coming soon.

The Son of God is dead;

He died this afternoon.”

A murmurous excitement stirred all souls.

They wondered if they dreamed —

Save one old man who seemed

Not even to have heard.

And Moses standing,

Hushed them all to ask

If any had a welcome song prepared.

If not, would David take the task?

And if they cared

Could not the three young children sing

The Benedicite, the canticle of praise

They made when God kept them from perishing

In the fiery blaze?

A breath of spring surprised them,

Stilling Moses’ words.

No one could speak, remembering

The first fresh flowers,

The little singing birds.

Still others thought of fields new ploughed

Or apple trees 

All blossom – boughed.

Or some, the way a dried bed fills

With water

Laughing down green hills.  

The fisherfolk dreamed of the foam

On bright blue seas.

The one old man who had not stirred

Remembered home.

And there He was

Splendid as the morning sun and fair

As only God is fair.

And they, confused with joy,

Knelt to adore

Seeing that He wore

Five crimson stars

He never had before.

No canticle at all was sung.

None toned a psalm, or raised a greeting song.

A silent man alone

Of all that throng

Found tongue —-

Not any other.

Close to His heart

When the embrace was done,

Old Joseph said,

“How is Your Mother,

How is Your Mother, Son?”

[xanaxfarts]

Assortment of holy night lights

[iscariotapologist]

from A Blessing for the Weak by Nadia Bolz-Weber

[liivn]

[xanaxfarts]

Demon Lover Art: Yoshitaka Amano

[swagg1ttarius]

divine intervention where my guardian angel just beats the shit outta me

[firstfullmoon]

Marie Howe, “Magdalene—The Seven Devils”

[girlnephew]

[movietonight]

I wouldn't be a good sacrificial lamb I'd be like a huge bitch about it

[bonesbeetle]

my thrall told me it wanted to be more independent so i imprisoned its soul in a necklace. how's that for in de pendant you little shit

[frankencain]

The Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel (1847) / Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus, Mary Shelley (1818) / Bernie Wrightson's Frankenstein (1983)

[rosieandthemoon]

St. Mary’s ruins in Wales

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[saintrie-deactivated20260524]

Death and the Maiden by Elna Borch, 1905.

[spouseoftherisingsun]

Another thing that's compelling about Morgan Le Fay is her direct parallels to Persephone. Both are stewards of a paradise symbolically tied to fruit, both are psychopomps with connections to sorcery and revenge, to the point of guiding other women in their mastery of the first and pursuit of the latter, both represent types of complications in the dichotomy between virgin, lover, and spinster...

They're even geographically linked. Despite Morgan being British and Persephone being Greek, their respective legends (weirdly specifically) report them both as recurrently residing on Mount Etna in Sicily.

And that's extra interesting because local Sicilian folklore maintains the valleys around Etna are the home of the doñas de fuera, or "ladies from the outside". The doñas de fuera generally resemble your usual court of fairies, but with maybe a dash of vampire and witch to their vibes. (Descriptions range somewhat, but their typical routine is to capture a disenchanted mortal, lure them into abandoning their Christian principles and faith, and treat them once they do.)

Anyways, I obviously can't speak to the exact source of or reason for these similarities, but it makes for delicious food for thought, tbh.

[spouseoftherisingsun]

The thing that's so compelling to me about Morgan Le Fay is that the one consistency through all of her iterations is unflinching eagerness to throw a wrench in the works of any plan, including her own. When Gwen tries to have a secret affair, she makes it her personal mission to expose it. Any knight who sets off on a quest has a forty percent chance of her showing up to cause havoc regardless of what little stake she has in its outcome. She has a dungeon full of stay-at-home boyfriends she's met this way. Every time Arthur dies, she personally resurrects him, or at least preserves him for resurrection, even in cases where she plays an instrumental part in the orchestration of his death. She lives to change her mind, subvert expectations, and make your life harder with no concern for the consequences, and I love her.