#//can u believe it was a year ago we made up this verse wtf

[milehighmechanic]

“Your life could have gone one way or the other. What made you decide?”

@glacierfront // tony is very, very good at blaming others for his misfortunes. his bad decisions. his more than questionable life choices. the stacking pile of sins that only grows daily, as he labels freedom fighters terrorists, wines and dines the military while turning a blind eye to stray weapons shipments. a broken, uncaring corruption. he sleeps just fine at night and what does that really say about him?

well, it’s easy when you have the rest of the world to blame for all of it.  

he blames his sister, most of the time. for leaving him. for the frozen wasteland they live in now. loneliness and grief that settled into resignation and anger, a fire that he stoked over the years into a simmering, festering RAGE. somehow, knowing she’s dead only makes it worse. 

it’s even easier to blame obie, though he never voices that. ( conditioned not to, perhaps. a hand on his shoulder, squeezing just a shade too tight. ) obie, who had been there when nobody else had. obie, who had taught him everything he knew. obie, who had betrayed him more thoroughly and entirely than anyone else. but tony had killed him for that, so can he really blame him? 

to think of his own culpability would be to think of himself as fettered. mortal. WEAK. to direct that inferno of anger inwards would be all-consuming. there's too much grief and desperation and exploitation circling him, a wall of armour around his heart.

unwilling, tony can’t help but think of the day when he’d thrown the half-written letter to his absent sister into the fire. acceptance that she’d never answered. she was never coming back. he’d watched the paper curl at the edges, singe and darken and crumble into ash. 

he thinks of the moment when obie had dug out dad’s plans for the arc reactor, old research into clean energy and new elements. obie’s triumphant grin when tony had shown him the miniaturised version, the way he’d clapped him on the back and stolen it out of his hands. tony thinks of the gleaming blood red suit he’d designed, late that night in the workshop, bright power shining from its chest. 

could there have been just one moment, when he’d made a choice? one moment, or a thousand, tiny, little moments, whispers in his ear, the dangerous edge of obie’s smile. dark nights in the workshop and frostbitten fingertips. inkstains and crisp suits. straggling sonatas and high-ceiling boardrooms.

what made him DECIDE? tony shakes his head. what kind of fucking question is that? how could his life have ever gone any other way? he’d never been on any other path, not since the day their parents died. since the day julie ran and never came back. 

“you think i had a choice? in any of this?” his voice is TOO reasonable, though that edge of anger that’s never missing when he talks to julie remains constant. “i never asked for ANY of this. i never-----”

something bursts in his chest, something like panic. something like his conscience, starting to stir awake. “what else was i SUPPOSED to do!?”

[automatismoateo]

Ex-muslim from the middle east here via /r/atheism

Ex-muslim from the middle east here

Im just here to express how much my life became better when i started seeking out the truth, as you may know here in the middle east being a muslim is part of the culture in a way and even if youre the worst human being ever being muslim by itself makes you part of that culture and most people wouldnt even understand what youre saying if you told them you dont want to be muslim anymore and you can even get arrested for it lmao.

I became agnostic 2 years ago when some things in islam just didnt make sense for example you have a verse that clearly states that the earth is flat and doesnt need interpretation or explanation especially for me an arabic speaker but scholars somehow bend the meaning and makes you believe that there is some hidden godly way of phrasing the sentence that simply reading it wont make you understand there is also a verse where the husband is allowed to hit his wife if she refuses intercourse with him 3 times it clearly states in arabic (و اضربوهنَّ) which translates to “Hit them” so some sheihks will say it just means to lightly hit them but make sure shes not bruised up and some say you can hit them as much as u want just not on the face (wtf).

Another thing they tell you is about mohammad how he married 6 year old and had sex with her at 9 whenever you ask a sheikh or islamic teacher hell tell you that 9 year olds back then looked like adults idk how truthful is that and i dont care but at the time it hit me the Quran is just tales of a horny pedophile with some stolen scriptures from the greeks and the syriacs to make it more legit so he can live his fantasies and the more i looked into it the more my whole foundation and brainswashing as a child began fading away

I can talk so much more but i just wanna say im so happy i made this decision but im gonna keep it a secret so i dont get arrested and beaten up except a few friends that share the same opinions as we live in a mostly educated part of the city, letting go was like breaking out of a prison youve been in your whole life and the more you accept it the more it makes sense that there is no old guy in the sky that will light you on fire for eating pork.

Peace

Submitted January 15, 2022 at 11:24AM by Dunnofam12 (From Reddit https://ift.tt/33mHE6X)