L'Angélus, de Jean-François Millet, peint entre 1857 et 1859
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L'Angélus, de Jean-François Millet, peint entre 1857 et 1859
Saint Young Men is one manga of its kind.
What do you mean that Jesus (a white-passing weeb with mommy and daddy issues (especially with Joseph) and has the fattest gayest crush on some Buddhist deity and also has like twelve friends with whom he shares one braincell, and is babied and overprotected by every saint and deity existent (except the Greek ones)) is sharing an apartment with Buddha (an indian man who suffers racism by tourits and Heaven itself from time to time, has also daddy and mommy issues, has a situationship with his own wife, fathers/mothers everyone minimal younger than him EXCEPT for his own son, has the lamest most pathetic rivalry with the demon Mara (who to this pont may have a crush on Buddha because that yearning isn't normal) to the point that he pities him and tries to be polite and nice but he fucking sucks at it and social cues because Buddha is AUTISTIC) and they live in EXOTIC Japan and they are completely platonic with each other now (because OBVIOUSLY Jesus fell first but it passed and Buddha never realised any of it) and they watch tv, buy groceries and, if asked, fight Lucifer Power Rangers/Magical Girls style (or check if he is eating well because the Archangel Michael is worried for him).
Due to my absolute excitement that @/saintlycharles ‘s Judas film is funded, I made my fav bible characters into furries too!
(Pls go support their work bro, it’s incredible <3)
The-not-yet-King-David, Prince Jonathan, Princess Michal, and King Saul from Kings 1! Just before David kills the Goliath!
im hyperfixating in this song so bad...
There's no blogs, no fandom, and barley 4 fan arts. Reaching the first (and probably only) its so cool :] Im doing a full post analazing almost every frame this week, this is getting surreal
Hello lovelies!
Jason choosing guns because he knows their weight.
TW: dark topics ahead, read with caution!!!
Jason Todd tried to commit suicide not long after he got adopted by Bruce. It wasn't because he was in a bad situation anymore, but he was more like tired, like bone-deep tiredness that only settles really in after the danger had passed.
He thought about his acceptance into Gotham Academy and thought back on Ma Gunn's and the public school in the city he used to attend.
He missed the libraries and the nice librarian with half-round glasses and the other blonde one with that weird skirt with the cross patterns.
He thought back of school fights and when he found a sandwich only taken one bite out of and yelled "Jackpot!" to noone, than cried not even liking the taste that much.
He thought about his dad, when he bought home take out when he got paid well and his mom smiling and asking him to bring his red race car patterned plastic plate to the big table where adults sat. And the times he was waiting for his dad to come home but knowing it was a bad night from the jiggles of the keys, then the yells and crashes from his parents' room.
He mused on how Dick would be like and if he will get friends Dick supposedly spends most of his time.
He barely hopped on the thought pattern of those who lost the chance of the chain of thought that would lead to believing in a future.
He thought of the blade he stole from an older boy at Ma Gunn's and how he collected a rope from the cave and he got a whole surgical knife and some bottles from the back of the infirmary.
He choose the gun. He had known how to use it, his dad thought it was neccessery knowledge , he taught him all his neccessery knowledge, it didn't matter if he wanted it or not, wanted to know about how every women was a sl@t and how he wasn't man enough for reading books.
He thought it was time. He had lived enough. He would be happy dying this way. He finally got happy. It's time to end it. The future is scary and the past is horrifying and the present sits like an island in the middle of the ocean, he doesn't wait to be washed away under the waves again.
Nobody would care if he died today because nobody got to know him fully because he can't ever be himself fully because that makes others sad and he must lie he is okay when he is not.
He got the gun ready and got it to his head and his hands were shaking and there was music because he wanted to listen to music and he just got the gun some time while walking around the huge house with walkman in hand, then the straps of the airgun in the other.
He was so ready. Then he couldn't breathe anymore, everything hurt and he couldn't breathe and nobody cared and nobody really liked him because nobody really knew him and he didn't know if he could even tell everything to someone, he couldn't, he couldn't, his old friends would be over it soon and probably Bruce and Willis too, Mr.Wayne can get another kid if he wants and he still had Dick and Willis, where's Willis now? He didn't know, he was shaking and oh God Alfred, he will die, he can't breathe and he took the gun to his head and clicked the safety and fired.
And the end of the gun was so cold, so so cold and his shoulder has hit the closet door and....he forgot to load it, he wanted to but then not then he just took the gun and run up.
It was caos, he could barely breathe and tried to focus on the beat and somehow got the gun back to it's original place. He was pacing the manor like a ghost, walking around, existing outside of time and place and thoughts.
Mr.Pennyworth came home from the monthly grocery shopping. They met, he went to sleep, he doesn't know what they had talked about or how long it lasted, he just helped bring in some stuff and disappeared just like he wanted before.
He remembers the date. Years had passed and he still feels weird on that date. He has a bad memory of dates but he can't forget that one. It's not even relevant because nothing had happened, really, it's just somehow shaking every year.
Not many know he tried to do something, that day he got rid of everything he had collected for it. Those who know were never really close to him, just came and gone. For a while after he lost his belief because those like him will go to Hell and then he will never meet his mama again because he did something very bad. Now he knew things didn't work like that, but for a while he believed even if he dies as Robin he will never get to Heaven so he tried to help others so they could get there, to a nice place where his mama is. He considers telling someone this year. Maybe it's better to keep it a secret, not to touch unless needed. But it's interesting because it's the first year he doesn't want to welcome death on this day. He wishes to live. Not exist, not survive, but to be selfish and live.
The more I learn about Christianity, the more it sounds like an apocalyptic religion.
Oh you eat your God and drink the it's blood?
You are waiting for the return of your God and it will also start the apocalypse?
Christ Blessing (The Saviour of the World)
Artist: El Greco (Domenikos Theotokopoulos) (Greek, 1541-1614)
Date: ca. 1600
Medium: Oil on canvas
Collection: National Galleries of Scotland, Edinburgh, Scotland