#s.j.

[dabiconcordia]

“Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'…” ― Alfred Lord Tennyson

[reception-unclear]

let's finally get this show started , shall we?

>THE CAST - Sasha James, Tim Stoker, Martin K Blackwood, Jonathan Sims, and Anna "Jane" Doe. Aka. the archival Team :]

>THE GIST - (previous pinned post - has the tags so look at it pretty please)

>THE SHOWRUNNER - @devilledeggz / the mod of this blog hihihi

>THE PLOT - #[ personal log of mx. doe ] (pages 1-10 are s1. i dont know why it says this is a dangerous site)

>THE SETTING - Takes place in TMA / the magnus archives as an alternate universe or arg. will feature spoilers and canon compliant content warnings (major ones for this blog specifally include: violence, character death, scarring, manipulation, existential horror, industrial accidents, systemic abuse, child abuse, unnerving imagery, and generally fucked up people who do fucked up things) >THE AUDIENCE - #[the anons strike yet again] / #ask >THE THINGS THEY HIDE BACKSTAGE

[fairfieldthinkspace]

Easter tells us to embrace the fullness of our humanity

Rev. Paul K. Rourke, S.J.

Vice President for Mission and Ministry

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me…

One short sleep past, we wake eternally

And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

-John Donne

I find comfort in these defiantly hopeful words from one of Donne’s “Holy Sonnets,” which I first read as a high school freshman. Since last Easter, death has been a persistent and menacing addition to my year. Unexpectedly, I lost my brother, John, last June. Over the last few months, I have lost a friend to a violent carjacking and two Jesuit brothers dear to me and the whole Fairfield University and Prep community: Frs. Charlie Allen, S.J., and Jim Bowler, S.J.  I loved and looked up to all these men, and miss them terribly. Death has robbed and humbled me, but I no longer feel in the mood to be deferential.  With Donne I feel defiant, and following his example, I say, “Death, I’ve had enough of you!” Surely, Easter is a time for all of us to join in defying death. For our Jewish brothers and sisters, too, the Passover commemorates the Lord’s deliverance of his people from death. The Angel of Death did not claim the first-born of the Chosen People or defeat the Lord’s covenant, but freed the People of Israel from bondage.

The Paschal Mystery the Church celebrates in the Easter Triduum defies death in a singular way: instead of sanitizing or ignoring it, death is confronted head-on and elevated just as it is consigned to oblivion: gory, ignominious death becomes forever the sacrament of our salvation, a reality utterly transformed and transforming. The Risen Jesus is a Wounded Jesus, but his wounds no longer define his destiny: they led to his death, but the Son of God has given them their ultimate meaning: marks of death’s ultimate powerlessness and proof that he will never abandon his humanity. 

Whether or not we have tasted much death in our lives, we, too, are wounded in a world simultaneously infatuated with, and in denial of, death. If the news out of Ukraine or Israel and Gaza have not wounded us with grief, then death has wounded us even more grievously: with stony hearts. However we are wounded, Easter tells us to embrace the fullness of our humanity as Jesus did (his own and ours). The voice of Death tells us to fear our weakness and hide our wounds in shame, but Jesus reminds us that God wants to raise, transform, and glorify every part of us, not just the parts we are proud of. He wants to do the same for all of us, and we are commanded to embrace the wounded brothers and sisters all around us with sacrificial love. When we hide from their pain, or ignore their dignity, we keep our tomb closed with the stone of indifference.

When we defy death and embrace the fullness of life God offers (in ourselves and each other), Easter becomes more than another day on the calendar: it becomes the center and meaning of every day.  When that happens, we can say in the same joyful confidence of Donne’s poem, “Death, thou shalt die.”

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[thatdoodguy]

//I'm actually proud of this.

[rp-kat]

Fuck Off And Die! - Sociopathic Regression

2012

[iilahi-blog]

Governed by a face and two hands She lives a mechanical life When to eat When to sleep And When to cry Moments go by unseen Much like the attempts on her life And When the earth turns again The clock has stopped ticking And so has She.

s.j.

[reception-unclear]

[STAPLING OF FILES, AND SHUFFLING IS HEARD LIGHTLY IN THE BACKGROUND] DOE You're telling me you saw blood in artifact storage? SASHA Mhm. Cleaned, but still. It was blood. On that weird table and floor, too... I've also heard about something being stolen. Again. DOE You think there was a fight? SASHA Probably. Though it's equally likely for someone to have... messed with the artifacts. DOE Oh. Hm. Just wait until Jon hears about this. SASHA I doubt he will. Unless someone tells him, or he overhears it. He doesn't manage storage. It seems more like an Elias thing. Either way, it's craz- uhm. Doe. DOE Hm? SASHA Your plaster. DOE Oh. Sorry. [CLICK]

[rp-kat]

Fuck Off And Die! - Anti All

2008