Open heart surgery... in the pervert factory...
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Not today Justin
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@lioness--hart
Open heart surgery... in the pervert factory...
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Full drawing on my ao3
Hang on youve got me thinking about grace rocky messy under/unnegotiated primal roleplay while im on the clock... you should keep talking
all i'm saying is with the eridian taboo and cultural anxieties surrounding the act of consumption because of the intimate logistical nature of the act, human cultural anxieties about predatory "alien" others influencing a broad catalogue of eroticism and horror, the unavoidable associations of predation with sexual violence, the starvation trauma, and the multiple food and sex holes between them, they would get up to some crazy shit with the euphemism "eating out"
God is relation, full stop. He is like reality in this regard. Consider an electron, the fundamental unit of all matter. No one has ever seen one. They really don't "exist" until we turn our attention to them. The physicist Marcelo Gleiser says that "exist" may be too strong a word to use for an electron. I take God's existence to be much the same, though for God "exist" is too weak a word. We don't know what the existence of God is. We have no idea what the word "exist" even means in the context of God. What we do know—or what I know, I should say—is that God doesn't exist until I turn my attention to him. Relation brings him into being, or, more accurately, enables his being to be perceived, experienced, shared. My attention—and the precise quality of that attention—is absolutely involved. I realize this is unorthodox at best, heretical at worst. But it is my experience of being in the world and of being with God. "The feeling remains," as Teresa of Avila says, "that God is on the journey, too."
Miroslav Volf and Christian Wiman, Glimmerings: Letters on Faith Between a Poet and a Theologian
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Adrian reference sheet that I only sort of follow 💕💕
When you're an aeronautics engineer and you have to instruct a middle school teacher on how to build Ikea furniture.
I actually genuinely don't care if people wear fetish gear out in public like I don't care. This is one of those things people always want you to be outraged about but I genuinely don't give a fuck I'm sorry
Seth and Lily for @lioness--hart
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Endurance runners
Part 2 of this
Shout out to Characters who are shells of their former selves! You died and you’re not coming back! You don’t recognize yourself and neither does anyone else, and it’s anyone’s guess what the fuck you’re supposed to be now!
Just a silly crossover that wouldn't leave my mind
1 hour limit smash together with mspaint and a mouse
Happy 4th of July!
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