[For context, I'm an agnostic lesbian raised Mormon with some scattered Catholic influences from summers with my bio dad and his family. I have buckets of religious trauma and associations as a very predictable result, though not everything was terrible.]
So I was waiting for my best friend and his girlfriend to get home from dinner with my BFF's mother—this is the first time his girlfriend, who was a close friend of mine before meeting him, had met his family. Ash had gone downstairs to change and wipe off her make-up when someone knocked insistently at our door.
The doorknob is a bit persnickety so I rushed to let in my BFF, only to find myself facing down an unexpected but very familiar sight: young male Mormon missionaries.
me: Oh ... hi.
missionaries: Good evening, ma'am. Would you like to hear news about Jesus?
me: Um, I'm not—I'm a member, actually. I was raised in the Church.
missionaries: Really?
me: Yes :) I was the pianist for the primary in our old ward for years :)
missionaries: Oh, what ward was that?
me: St Helens. I didn't really go when I was in grad school and I just graduated.
missionaries: Ahh, I see. Well, if you want to go back, [directions to the local church].
me: Thank you.
missionaries, after a very awkward pause: Do you need any help with anything?
me: Oh, we're... [*resists the urge to point out that the other household members who just happened to be absent are a Jewish atheist socialist, a devoutly Muslim bisexual post-colonial scholar, and an Exvangelical trans woman still processing her rage, and none of them would have the slightest desire to get help from Mormons*] We're good, really. My parents are the ones who would need help from the Church, I think, and they live over in [town], so their closest ward is actually the one in [other town] and they can reach out to them. Thanks, though :)
missionaries: We could just leave our number with you in case you ever needed anything.
me [very conscious of the temptation to call on the Church when a crisis strikes and I desperately need help, and how trapped and shitty I feel afterwards]: That's really nice, but I think we're fine. There are several of us here. I hope you have a good night, though! :)
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Now they just wish you were gone.
Esquire December 1974
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oda is like not good at designing women (and the fits for the girls get worse as the series goes on) and its really frustrating bc of how good he is at designing random lackeys like one piece's lackey/henchman game is off the charts. BUT. but. robin's water 7/enies lobby look is the cuntiest thing to ever come out of this series like no notes. no notes. she said if im going let my friends forcibly pull me out of a 20 yr suicidal spiral im gonna do it in the latex thigh highs
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Kurt is a catboy to me but not in the "uwu smol catboy bean" sense, more in the sense that he would knock shit over on purpose and stare at you ominously from the corner
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I AM SUCH A FAN OF THE FUN LITTLE VENOM COSTUME CHANGES BUT I ALWAYS FORGET THAT HE IS NEVER ACTUALLY WEARING A SHIRT IT'S ALWAYS JUST THE SYMBIOTE... anyway venom comics we are so back in it now (getting that man shirtless)
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