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wiirocku · 6 months
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Romans 15:13 (NKJV) - Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
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nightingalesighs · 2 months
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Maybe watching Star Wars: Episodes 1-6 would fix me….
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bpdrug-addict · 4 months
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my heart goes out to all those 12 year old girls with cptsd already. my heart aches for you. I can't describe the pain of it all but I see children continue to be treated like I was and it makes me sick. it makes me wonder how humanity can even exist in other beings. I'm tired of seeing girls continue to grow up just like me.
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foggysirens · 1 year
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okay so andor has reached its season finale, and for a show that each week we've all been logging on to rave about how each episode takes us to a new height, this episode was absolutely cinematic in the way that they pulled it off yet again.
this episode really brought together all the elements of the show that made it feel so real, so unfiltered and raw within the lens of the star wars universe. andor has not once held back in its depictions of the fascist acts of the empire, of capitalism and colonialism and of the systems that they all create together and uphold. andor has not once held back in showing us the very real stakes in the rebellion. hell, they had a whole episode on the sacrifices that must be made. we've gotten to see so much setup and growth for the rebellion as we know it and this final episode strings it all together in such an emotional way.
because throughout the show they've been showing us the rise of the rebellion in so many ways. the heist, the prison, the ordinary acts of ordinary people who bond over hatred of the empire. and the reappearance of nemiks manifesto is something im so grateful for because it reminds us just how important these seemingly isolated events are because "...the frontier of the rebellion is everywhere, even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward." and it just drives home that the fight is everywhere, it all means something. that the face of oppression is indeed a fearful and weak mask. a shoddy wall waiting for a stone. it just takes one moment, one shot.
and then we get to ferrix. we get to the funeral and i don't think i have ever seen a better example of just how important community is in the fight against fascism. they walk the streets with colour and music, pushing against the boundaries that had been set for them, coming together to uphold their customs and traditions quite literally in the face of the empire. not backing down and it shows us just how important that is. how they come together to fight together. and the chills i got from maarvas speech, "the empire is a disease that thrives in darkness, it is never more alive than when we sleep." because doesn't that just hit so close to home?
and i think again that those words really just encapsulate the message behind the show and behind star wars as a whole. the fight against the dark. asking us "can you hear us? are you listening? you need to wake up." and it's done with so much love, something else that i've always said is key in star wars. love for community, love for family, love for friends. the unyielding belief in the good of others that we got to see time and time throughout the show as cassian inspires others to keep going while also finding a fight to keep himself going too.
that's all to say that the andor finale was amazing. the show as a whole was spectacular, a feat in storytelling and worldbuilding that, even if it's not your favourite star wars show, elevates all the others by watching it. i can only hope season two is just as good because this show was truly something special.
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generouswindow · 2 years
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Tomorrow is a Place
by SANNA WANI
We meet at a coffee shop. So much time has passed and who is time? Who is waiting by the windowsill? We make plans to go to a museum but we go to a bookshop instead. We’re leaning in, learning how to talk to each other again. I say, I’m obsessed with my grief and she says, I’m always in mourning. She laughs and it’s an extension of her body. She laughs and it moves the whole room. I say, My home is an extension of my body and she says, Most days are better with a long walk. The world moves without us—so we tend to a garden, a graveyard, a pot on the windowsill. Death is a comfort because it says, Transform but don’t hurry. There is a tenderness to growing older and we are listening for it. Steadier ways to move through the world and we are learning them. A way to touch your own body. A touch that says, Dig deeper. There, in the ground, there is our memory. I am near enough my roots. Time is my friend. Tomorrow is a place we are together.
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whiteshipnightjar · 3 months
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Zoozve, my beloved
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greykolla-art · 2 months
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Yeah I think you’re in the right place, Al.
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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memendoemori · 7 months
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Good morning everybody
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spineless-lobster · 4 months
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I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such
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opiumvampire · 4 months
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fuck w me
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willgrahamscock · 1 month
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Why bother arguing in support of trans people if you’re not trans?
very simple concept called believing in human rights
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mushroom-punk · 1 month
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YOU ARE NOW ENTERING THE 'WHAT' ZONE
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happy episode 11!
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hansoeii · 9 months
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look at you, you're gorgeous!
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liquidstar · 6 months
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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generouswindow · 2 years
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Small Kindnesses
By DANUSHA LAMÉRIS
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”
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