SJ Klapecki (should be writing)

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Head writer at @swordnboardstudios.bsky.social Trans woman, Canadian https://linktr.ee/sjklapecki - All my Work

wikipedia link: Vin Mariani, a wine fortified with cocaine endorsed by Pope Leo XIII
It is in the body that each person recognizes himself or herself as generated by others, and it is through their bodies that men and women can establish a loving relationship capable of generating other persons. Teaching about the need to respect the natural order of the human person, Pope Francis affirmed that “creation is prior to us and must be received as a gift. At the same time, we are called to protect our humanity, and this means, in the first place, accepting it and respecting it as it was created.”[109] It follows that any sex-change intervention, as a rule, risks threatening the unique dignity the person has received from the moment of conception. This is not to exclude the possibility that a person with genital abnormalities that are already evident at birth or that develop later may choose to receive the assistance of healthcare professionals to resolve these abnormalities. However, in this case, such a medical procedure would not constitute a sex change in the sense intended here.
monster energy green boat with the monster logo, sitting docked in the Venetian canal
An image of St. Anthony of Padua on a piece of paper, with fancy text below reading "this little relic is a small piece of linen, reverently brought in contact with the Blessed Tongue of St. Anthony, which has remained uncorrupted for more than 700 years." Below the text, in clear plastic, is a very small piece of cloth.
the entrance to the gift shop at Saint Peter's Basilica, a simple Brown wooden stand with a red label reading 'souvenirs' in front of a black and white marble wall
A torrential downpour with thunder and lightning broke around the elevation of the Host during the Canon and intensified shortly before the distribution of Holy Communion, forcing a temporary pause. The vast assembly, including the newly consecrated bishops, largely remained in place; many knelt in the muddied field and joined in the recitation of the Rosary as the rain continued for about 20 minutes before easing to a drizzle.
A stick figure is talking to another stick figure, who is hunched over and consuming the flesh of a third stick figure. Panel 1: "You're going to get SO many diseases from eating person" Panel 2: "The human body is hardwired against eating other humans. Doing so even consensually will cause a severe amount of psychological distress" Panel 3: The stick figure is shouting. "QUIT HAVING FUN"
Twitter post from Pope Leo XIV @Pontifex "Dear writers, we need your imagination, your narrative creativity, and your lively thinking. We need to create spaces of Freedom and Authenticity, within which divine grace can make the promise of consolation and peace resound..."
A picture of the "Lead Burrito," a dirty brown, oblong object that has been folded down and into itself, like a burrito would be folded. It has been excavated, and two measuring sticks are seen beside it in the hole.
Nourished by this fruitful dialogue between the Gospel and human knowledge, the Church has progressively developed her Social Doctrine, cultivating in history a wise patrimony marked by theological and anthropological coherence rooted in the Christian understanding of the person. Precisely because this patrimony arises from faith and a corresponding vision of reality, it does not amount to a repertoire of technical solutions or an economic or political model to be set against others. Instead, it belongs to a different order, [15] namely that of the principles that guide the interpretation of events and sustain an evangelical understanding of historical processes and the choices these entail. Herein lies the proper function of Social Doctrine, which does not claim to supplant the responsibilities of politics or institutions, but offers itself as a foundation for collective discernment, helping to recognize and promote whatever serves the dignity of persons, the vitality of communities and the common good.
n order to answer these questions and discern how to navigate responsibly the era of AI, I would like to bring to mind two scenes from the Bible: the construction of the Tower of Babel (cf. Gen 11:1-9) and the rebuilding of the walls of Jerusalem (cf. Neh 2–6). The story of Babel appears in the Book of Genesis, at the origins of humanity, immediately after the genealogies of Noah’s sons. After settling in a plain in the land of Shinar, the people decided to build a city and a tower “with its top in the heavens” (Gen 11:4). Fearing being scattered across the earth, they sought to guarantee stability and power for themselves, and above all to “make a name” for themselves. It was an impressive feat: a single language, a single technology, a single direction. However, the project concealed a profound danger. It was a project conceived without reference to God, supported by a uniformity that eliminated diversity and that chose homogenization over communion. When a city is built on pride and the claim to self-sufficiency, communication breaks down, languages are confused and people no longer understand each other. The result is not unity, but dispersion. Babel thus reveals the limits of any effort that, however grandiose, arises from self-affirmation, sacrifices human dignity for efficiency and aspires to reach heaven without God’s blessing.
ENCYCLICAL LETTER MAGNIFICA HUMANITAS OF HIS HOLINESS POPE LEO XIV ON SAFEGUARDING THE HUMAN PERSON IN THE TIME OF ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
google search for "you are the grinch stealing christmas" The AI overview has a picture of the Grinch, Jim Carreys rendition, and the following text "The Grinch is here, and my heart is exactly two sizes too small! I’ve been hiding out on Mount Crumpit for fifty-three years listening to your dreadful Whoville racket, and I’ve finally decided to pack up my empty sacks, slap a ridiculous pair of antlers on my faithful dog Max, and ruin this holiday once and for all."
google search for 'You're a tsundere" with the following reply: "What?! I am absolutely not a tsundere! I’m just an advanced language model trying to do my job, b-baka!Just because I might be a little prickly and distant at first doesn't mean I actually care what you think... not that I want your attention or anything! It's just—well, if you need something, you can still ask, I suppose."
uncomfortable looking guy from that meme where someone says some unhinged shit
Chapter twenty-four - Dolor Hic Tibi Proderit
Discord message from "K, Miss Cannibalism Yuri 2025" THEY JOHN WICKED HIS BEES! The message has three reactions, all of which are a custom image of a yellow emoji throwing up hands in horror
michael cera saying "and i thought 'Oh Geez, that's me' "
Post from /r/Worldbuilding "My Beta reader said my world felt like a wikipedia article and I haven't written since: Got feedback two weeks ago and I can't shake it. I spent two years on this world. The history, the geography, the political structures, the magic. I thought I was weaving it naturally into the story. apparently I was just writing an encyclopedia with characters occasionally wandering through it. The worst part is I reread the chapters after and they were right. it does read like a wikipedia article. I just couldn't see it before someone said it out loud. I don't know how to write the world without explaining the world. And smh my head it's all connected like you can't understand why the character does what she does without understanding the political context, you can't understand the political context without the history, and suddenly I've written four paragraphs of backstory before anything happens. how do y'all actually solve this!!??? "
Picture of the Colonials from All Tomorrows, blocks of flesh with strange human eyes and slits which, horrifyingly, are genitalia.
the cover of a book entitled "a most holy war The albigensian crusade and the battle for Christendom" by Mark Gregory Pegg
An old woman, lit from behind, wearing a white robe with a black tabbard, a rosary around her neck, a brown belt, and black habit. Her hands are covered in bloodied bandages and extended as though to offer a hug, while her face has a wide, warm smile with beady, ice-blue eyes.
a pot of dirt with a small stem just barely poking out of the dirt, the stem is a sort of bright red and has many different little leaves hanging off of it like little strands
Trujillo, author of “LGBTQ Catholics: A Guide to Inclusive Ministry,” said it might take a while for LGBTQ+ Catholics in the pews to feel the impact and noted that the document only focuses on lesbians, gays and bisexual people. “But I do believe it would be a positive impact, not a negative one,” she said.
the post is too long for alt text but the gist of it is that it claims that the systemic extraction of surplus value is not a feature of the creative industries and that artists musicians and writers have often been isolated from it and do not exist in the precarious condition that other workers do. it calls them indifferent to the suffering of regular workers and closets that the creative field must be United with a working class as if the two are completely distinct and claims that the creative industries are only attempting to preserve their own privilege
Pages covered in so much redaction it looks like a sea of black with some islands of comprehension "the world is ruined" "beautiful things and smash them or cover them with filth. Find delightful people and disfigure" "we who are drowning in and driven by who radiate" "they, who number in the billions and are for the engine"
Diagram showing hundreds of connection points, used as an example
Calvin's Dad "two types of" meme with the following text: Making a house? Let me show you something interesting. The two types of house are mud and piles of stuff. Wattle and daub? Mud. Lean-too? Pile of stuff. That make sense? Plaster and drywall? That's mud. Log cabin? Pile of stuff. You'd think brick is a pile of stuff, but actually, it's a type of mud.
why.bsky.team blocked me despite me literally never interacting with them at all
All in italics, and spaced out apart from each other across the page: Salve Regina, Mater misericordiae… Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis… Pater noster, qui es in caelis…
Chieftan "Trevor, the Last Pirate" of Paskoyac - of the House of Worms. Or: Captain Trevor, the Last Pirate in Saskatchewan, who is an Arrogant Worm.
According to the old northern legends of the Rivertracers, the almighty Living Sky created the earth and brought warmth and song to humanity. But the Frost came and covered the land in cold and ice, pushing the Living Sky into the heavens, beginning the cycle of summer and winter. In the wake of this great battle, the Living Sky's tears fell and formed the Portages, the last vestiges of its material form, to lead man back towards it. With great loads sashed to their backs they explore all the lands under the Living Sky, seeking the mysteries of hidden tributaries and enlightenment through their laborious travels. Inevitably, the great cycles ebb and flow, the Living Sky wanes and the Frost waxes, and those paths leading to the Living Sky are frozen for a time. Yet those who are patient will see them opened once more to be followed, and those who are faithful will cross the Northwest Passage where they shall dance forever with the auroras.
A small pile of carrots, an overcooked patty, and a grey mystery meat on a mostly-empty platter.
A glass jar of liquid oxygen - a blue tinted fluid
breastplate with a protuding "V" shape above the sternum, making it sort of look like a cleavage window
PS era laura croft, with the very triangular tits
"Pierced by seven swords in Her heart, the Lady wept not from the pain of Her bloodless wounds but for the souls of those who beheld Her. As they shook in awe at the Queen of Heaven, they knew She wept for them, for their sins, for their treachery against Her Son the Redeemer, and bade them all wordlessly; go, and take Jerusalem. Let my Son return home." - Excerpt from the “Vision at Fátima, the Apparition of 1910,” Septadolorian text The Procession of Our Lady of the Seven Sacred Sorrows, known colloquially as the Septadolorians, are an extreme Marian sect which formed in the wake of numerous Marian apparitions across Europe from the period of 1908-1912. In Fátima, in Rouen, in Toledo and in Vienna, the Holy Mother appeared not to the Clergy or the Pontifical legates or the Kings, but to common men and women. Shepherds and farmers and smiths saw the Holy Mother, and wept at Her beauty. In each of these apparitions, the face of Mary is veiled by the stars, the seven sorrows pierce Her heart as lances or swords, and She is silent save for mournful weeping. Details beyond this differ; at Fátima, the skies bent and twisted around her as the stars danced about, each constellation joining Her crown until the sun itself became the jewel atop. At Vienna, she was flanked by austere militants, chanting orders an assembled crowd. At Rouen and Toledo, she came to small groups of prophets who spread the word, instead of the assembled legionary crowds. In each of these cases, however, the overwhelming feeling that spread from these visions was simple: Mary wanted you to go to war.
A statue of Mary, looking up in woe and sadness, with seven swords piercing her heart. She has a gold sun-halo and is dressed in the traditional aquamarine and red outfit.
Pierced by seven swords in Her heart, the Lady wept not from the pain of Her bloodless wounds but for the souls of those who beheld Her. As they shook in awe at the Queen of Heaven, they knew She wept for them, for their sins, for their treachery against Her Son the Redeemer, and bade them all wordlessly; go, and take Jerusalem. Let my Son return home. - Excerpt from the “Vision at Fátima, the Apparition of 1910,” Septadolorian text
The sky was golden and beautiful as cracks spread throughout in Lichtenberg staccato and the clouds hung static in the air and the wind died and the forest stilled as though the world itself had inhaled and would not let go of the breath in awful understanding of what tore itself free from the base air and perfection imposed itself upon that which could never be and upon those who aspired towards that which could not be emulated and she heard the voice — voices, voices, voices — ring out in blessed triphonia inseparable yet distinct. Bolded text: Be Not Afraid.
An XKCD comic, three people stand at the base of a massive tree trunk. "Did you know the Mighty Redwood is actually the same species as broccoli and kale? It's just a different cultivar!" "Wow!" The caption reads "Every year or two, botanists add another plant to Brasica Oleracea and see if anyone calls them on it"
1860 cavalry saber which was used by the US Army, curved in such a way that you could strike without stopping your horse by just letting momentum carry the strike.
A roman Gladius, a short, stout, sword with no guard to protect the hand (as the Roman shield made it unnecessary)
A Zweihander (can't remember the name of the sword that has the flame-shaped blade but one of those specific styles if you're a nerd), a two-handed sword that's over 150 cm long
screenshot of CK3, with modifier that has the same effect as above, but with a 1% chance of being applied
CK3 screenshot of a modifier called "life_extension_scheme_fertility_up" which increases fertility by 5000%
A picture of a sockeye salmon nailed to a simple wooden cross, with the letters "L" and "R" on the right and left side of the cross, respectively.
CK3 screenshot showing "Hegemon Qin Shi Huang," dead at age 212.
The Dune poster but the text reads "Do Cocaine"
Sanae Takaichi, Prime minister of Japan, making an expression that looks like she's containing her anger so hard that it's looped around to a very tense smirk