toothrefuge

24 yo he/him

[idylls-of-the-divine-romance]

Rebekah, Esther, and Naomi have been described as strong and even trickster figures by some scholars. What are these scholars looking at? What are they seeing? 

WHERE IS RUTH!?!?! HOW ARE WE TALKING ABOUT TRICKSTER WOMEN AND NOT MENTIONING RUTH!?!?!?

[ohholydyke]

God loves trickster women

And trickster men to be honest

[solsticelosthermind]

I know this is a deeply American thing to say but I am begging everyone to stay the fuck away from military recruiters. Especially high school kids. You are going to be seeing an unholy amount of them in schools or around schools or literally anywhere kids are known to congregate. THIS INCLUDES ALL FORMS OF ROTC. Stay the fuck away from military recruiters. As someone who’s familiar with entirely too many branches through entirely too many friends and family, including my partner, recruiters are authorized to say literally any fucking thing they think will make you sign on that line. They cannot and will not deliver on those promises. They need bodies for the war they’re pretending is only now starting up again. That’s all you are. A body. Stay the FUCK away from the military.

[asteroidtroglodyte]

RECRUITERS LIE

[deadgenerations]

the mormon church funds trandwife influencers and is beefing up its social media outreach capabilities by bringing in a lot of heavy hitter youtubers fyi. so when you start seeing more 'wholesome family content' over the next 18 months just know its part of a directed and organised campaign by reactionaries to culturally entrench large families and housewives who baby their husbands

[ehlectrick]

Cardinal Adeyemi and Sister Shanumi

It’s not gore, they’re pomegranate seeds, 🧎

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my first conclave ‚fanart‘ ever from last summer:

[ehlectrick]

Cardinal Adeyemi and Sister Shanumi

It’s not gore, they’re pomegranate seeds, 🧎

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my first conclave ‚fanart‘ ever from last summer:

[steblynka-draws]

Another late #ShanumiWeek2026 entry, day 1 Nurse + day 2 Home

Going back to work 🤗

[steblynka-draws]

Another late #ShanumiWeek2026 entry, day 1 Nurse + day 2 Home

Going back to work 🤗

[littlestargoat]

[steblynka-draws]

Guess who's late for #ShanumiWeek2026

Day 6 - Reflect

(But also some other themes thrown in the mix)

[toothlickpick]

brought my benitez plushie to japan

[steblynka-draws]

Stuff from twitter I forgot to post here:

#TransThomasweek day 5, prayer

[busket]

I see a lot of posts telling trans men to leave their cishet boyfriend if he doesn't want you to take testosterone or transition. and yes, do it. leave him. staying with him will only fuck you up.

but we cant forget that if your lesbian/sapphic girlfriend doesn't want you taking testosterone or transitioning, you gotta leave her too. it doesnt matter that she's queer as well, she will be just as harmful to you in your journey as a trans man. women, even queer women, arent immune to being transphobic or anti-transmasculine

[vyodka]

Papal polycule

[capybaralovers]

[beloved-of-john]

Last week I attended a mass intended for me in which the priest said a truly lovely homily about being guided by God and becoming who you are meant to be, and gave me the sacrament of the sick, anointing my forehead and open palms with chrism. Afterwards when I went to thank him, he told me to have courage and gave me a hug.

On Friday I had top surgery.

Since then all I've felt is an overflow of joy and peace. I look at my body and feel that sense of rightness and belonging that was missing. And to have my faith involved in this massive part of my journey was wonderful. St. Jude came to my aid to get my referral to the surgeon just in time as well, a new relationship I intend to nourish. I just know deep in my heart and soul that I am walking the path God has laid out for me, and Jesus held my hand as I crossed this threshold. I know He's proud of me.

My prayer is that every trans person of faith could have their faith play such a beautiful and supportive role in their transition. 🕊️

[ohholydyke]

These days I find myself more and more staring at the news in horror, with no words to describe the feelings of anger and outrage and grief.

Sometimes, the only prayer I can utter is the kýrie. Lord have mercy.

Sometimes, I find myself adrift for hours, whether I’m plugged into doomscrolling through journalism or not. I think about the genocides, old and new, which plague this world. I think of the long line of martyrs to the regime, which grows longer and longer every day, many of whose names and lives we will never hear of (did you know in America cops kill an average of 3 people a day? Do you know how many people die in prisons? In poverty? In state-sanctioned violence? From suicide driven by inequality and hatred baked into the marrow of this place?)

Kýrie eléison. Lord have mercy.

I look outside and all I can see is an endless sea of advertisements, corporate greed, poverty, pollution, environmental degradation and colonialism

I feel the ache of it in my bones. I feel the grief of my ancestors. I feel my own grief rising like incense to join theirs.

I hear the blood of the martyrs calling for justice, clamoring so loudly in my mind that I cannot sleep or think, let alone work.

Christe eléison. Christ have mercy.

Sometimes, it breaks me. For a moment. I look at it all and wonder what’s the point. Wonder if there is any value in believing something better will come, given how many losses and setbacks we have endured.

Still, my cynicism never lasts long. It comes and goes like the series of mental illnesses which plague my mind. High tides of sorrow and despair and the ever-present temptation to just give up. Low tides of peace, or at least determination to push through.

I hold out hope. That we will win. That we will see the end of the leviathan and its poison, whether it be during our mortal lifespan, during our time in heaven, or after the second coming. That every second spent fighting is worth it, because the only way we stand a chance at overcoming this is if we keep going. I think of Diane di Prima, who wrote in her revolutionary letters “it will take all of us pushing at the thing from all sides to bring it down.” I think of the generations of Black, Indigenous and other POC who fought against worse, who continue to fight against the beast prowling about the world. I think of the legacy of freedom fighters, peacemakers, advocates, and decent fucking people who have given their lives to the struggle. I think of the survivors who trek on day after day despite the devastation brought to their peoples and their lands. Who am I to say their work was in vain? Who am I to deny that theirs is a live well lived?

Theirs is the work of picking up their cross and following Christ’s way—the way against the oppressor, against injustice, against death as a weapon and the subjugation of humanity. How could I, who call myself a follower of Christ, refuse to do the same?

In the Jewish text Pirkei Avot, we find the oft-quoted “you are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to desist from it.” We cannot hide ourselves from the ravages and pretend they will simply pass us by. We cannot pretend we have no obligation to join the fight, however we can, wherever we are. To do so would be to become the salt that has lost its taste, the light hidden in darkness. To be silent in the face of immorality and atrocity.

Kýrie eléison. Lord have mercy.

May God grant us eyes that may bear witness to the horrors and envision a better future

May God grant us ears that may hear the calls for justice and listen to those in need, and those who advocate for communities that are not our own

More importantly, may God give us hands capable of doing the work. Whatever that may be for us in this moment, and in the future.

And may God have mercy on us all.

[blood-is-the-life]

Tumblr user, look at me. Your problems with organized religion are not solved by harassing random religious people on the internet.