This is "Obscura", a submission for @ironagemedia's writing prompt: "The Succession". (Free & complete short story, link in comments) #ironage#shortstory
@Dragon_Samurai0@thejonwander I am a little curious about the 3D printing hobby. I feel like the technology needs to get a little bit better before I jump in, but I've seen some impressive stuff.
Be VERY careful about what you let your children watch. This kind of stuff is buried layers deep, sometimes several episodes in. You can't cancel streaming services fast enough.
WOW. Kid’s show Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous on Netflix is pushing woke garbage on CHILDREN.
Isn’t it just supposed to be about dinosaurs?
How many of these lgbtq propaganda shows are there on @netflix???
@ThePhoenixPress Yes! I enjoyed the pixel remasters! Many of the SNES versions of the songs were better than the remixed songs IMO, but the opera scene was handled really well. I should also drop a mention for FF4 on PSP.
@J0hnADouglas Meanwhile, Rosanne still doesn't have her show back and Kirk was still falsely smeared. It was a win-win for the network all along, Kimmel gets his "victim" card and they get a temporary ratings boost. They ALWAYS double down.
The Angel’s Morning White Veil
By Sola Requiem
In the tender breath of dawn’s first light,
A quilt of freshly fallen snow descends,
Soft whispers cloaked in crystalline delight,
A rural realm where silence gently mends.
Upon a hill, an angel lies in rest,
Her wings of opalescent sheen outspread,
Her dance through starlit skies has softly blessed
The earth with snow, her dreams now softly tread.
All night she twirled, her grace the flakes did weave,
Each pirouette a snowfall’s gentle birth,
Till morning came, and weary, she did leave
Her radiant mark upon the slumbering earth.
The hills, adorned in argent splendor, glow,
Each crest a canvas, chaste and pure as day,
Where frost kissed boughs in quiet reverence bow,
Their branches draped in winter’s soft array.
The meadows sleep beneath a velvet veil,
Each flake a fleeting jewel, serene and bright,
A symphony of stillness, pure and frail,
To cradle earth in peace through winter’s night.
The air, a crisp and sacred hymn, unfolds,
Its chill a tender kiss on cheek and brow,
While sunlight weaves through clouds in threads of gold,
To gild the snow and angel’s tranquil vow.
The hedgerows, laced with ice, like lacework fine,
Stand sentinel over fields in tranquil rest,
Each crystal gleams as if with thought divine,
A fleeting grace, by heaven’s hand caressed.
O beauty vast, in quietude you reign,
Your serenity a balm to heart and mind,
In snow’s embrace, with angel’s soft refrain,
A timeless peace, eternal, pure, and kind.
Let me abide within this gentle scene,
Where snow’s soft fall and morning’s calm unite,
An angel sleeps, her dance a dream serene,
A fleeting Eden, draped in winter’s white.
@BigRedHead82@LunkermackJoe@rickbrennanjr As a Catholic, I read this far and was in agreement with you. "The gospel message does not elevate Mary above Jesus Christ. It doesn't even place her on the same level as Jesus." ...Then you went off the rails with misinformation.