#I don’t know what religion actually is to me

[sapphiresaphics]

Severance: my best guess.

This will contain spoilers from season 1 to season 2 Episode 7.

I’ve not tried to do any theory crafting for Severance yet, so I’m gonna try now based on all the available information we have.

So the Eagan family is a bit of a cult. It started in the late 1800’s with a guy who worked in an Ether factory. Ether is used by doctors as an anesthetic and is primarily used in surgeries. Ether can also cause hallucinations and distorted thinking.

Which brings me to Kier Eagan and his 4 tempers and his 9 principals. Kier supposedly conquered the 4 tempers (Woe, Frolic, Dread, and Malice). These would be emotions that he feels were detrimental to life. And he created the 9 principals (Vision, Verve, Wit, Cheer, Humility, Benevolence, Nimbleness, Probity, Wiles) as emotional virtues that he cherished.

It would not surprise me that this old man working in an ether factory frequently had hallucinations and visions and wrote down his stories as a distorted Bible of sorts. “These are the things that hold you back, these are the things that make you strong” sort of thing. And because this was a business and he was the CEO (a crazy CEO but a CEO nevertheless) these principals and tenants were passed down through the generations.

And for our immediate purposes it seems to have worked. The Lumon company grew from a small Ether factory that made topical salves, to a giant tech company that has their hands in many pies all over the world. Kinda like how Google went from an internet search browser to basically owning everything we interact with today.

And over the years that cult like devotion to Keir Eagan and his mantras has resulted in the corporation of Lumon wanting to impose Keri’s wisdom and will on the rest of humanity, as most religions often want to do.

Fast forward and they’ve developed a technology that can separate your consciousness into two beings. Memories for each consciousness only exist for that consciousness and cannot transfer over to the other. The severance procedure.

This procedure allows people to go to work, but never actually deal with work because their innie is the one doing all the unpleasant tasks for them. Great on the surface, but there’s a twist. That other consciousness of yours that is created… well it’s another person. With its own wants and dreams and desires. And as this procedure is being tested Lumon discovers that these innies are increasingly resistant to having their entire lives be reduced to working forever until they die.

So Lumon has a problem. I believe they think the reason these innies are so unhappy is because they have the 4 tempers in them. It’s not because they’re people with wants and dreams, it’s because they also have Woe, Frolic, Dread, and Malice in them. That’s why the innies keep fighting back.

Stepping back for a minute we are also aware that Lumon raises kids through various programs. Harmony Cobel was raised through some sort of “girls for Lumon” program. As most likely was Milchek and Miss Wong. And these programs seem to focus heavily on removing emotion from your essence. Cobel was praying to keep her emotions under control, Milchek was practicing in a mirror to adhere to Lumon’s desires for him. And Wong can’t graduate from her fellowship until she is deemed worthy.

I think what the Macro Data Refiners are doing is finding these components and providing data for the severance chips to suppress these emotions. To ensure that they aren’t being preferable to any of the data, it’s all sent to them encoded and jumbled up. But some numbers “feel” a certain way. And the MDR members are able to basically sense these emotions and bin them. “You feel the hurt down there too, you just don’t know what it is.”

Remember this is a corporation and they are pushing a product they want everyone in the world to get. So if the goal of this product is to push the idea that you can get this medial procedure and then ever again have to experience anything negative ever, they need to ensure that when outies return to consciousness that no negative side effects linger.

And Gemma is their test subject for this procedure. They are using her by placing her into various different stressful environments and situations, adjusting the chips, and seeing when she comes out of them if she feels or recalls anything negative.

I don’t know if the point of the chips will be to control the innies as well, removing all will to resist or something along those lines. They’ve shown surprisingly little care into the lives of the innies. But they do seem to at least be aware that controlling the innies is a problem. That’s why they lean so heavily on the cult stuff. That’s why they isolate departments and keep everyone fearful of one another.

I think that’s also why Bert is different. He seems to RELISH in the vices. A “scoundrel” as he calls himself. He seems to believe that innies deserve to experience pleasure. He is the snake to Lumon’s garden of Eden if you will. Since he’s a partner with Lumon, it’s possible that he views the innies as a source of allowing people to express those carnal desires and thoughts free from the guilt of having them as an outie.

And we’ve seen at least with the waffle party that Lumon has this belief in mastering and overcoming those same vices and pleasures. Why else would the waffle party have the 4 tempers dancing erotically while the “founder” sits in the bed and does nothing, whip in hand ready to strike if they rustle their emotions?

So this is Lumon’s pitch to the world. Imagine you never have to worry about doing anything negative you don’t want ever again. Get this wonderful medical procedure and you’ll be able to, at the push of a button, skip over your entire work day and just come home refreshed and happy to continue to live your life. If you want to have a baby and don’t want to deal with the pain of childbirth, just use the severance chip to skip over that! Don’t want to do a boring repetitive task like writing Christmas thank you notes? Don’t want to fly on an airplane? Don’t want to go to the dentist? Just use our chip and skip over that moment and get on with your life.

And of course this has extreemly dangerous implications for the rest of the world. What if you want to go to war but don’t want to deal with the fear of dying? What if you want an army of people who can perform manual labor all day without rest? What if you want to have sex but don’t want the shame or fear you might have a kid? Any Vice or fear or labor you need… Severance will be there to take care of it.

And for Lumon’s part… well that’s potentially even more sinister. We don’t know what their goal is, but good god can you imagine if Google had access to your brain and at a moment’s notice they could just switch you off??? We’ve seen that the Overtime Contingency works outside of the Lumon building. Giving a CULT access to EVERYONE in the world that they can manipulate at any time would be… horrific.

“They will all be Kier’s children”

So I think that’s the plan. Perfect this technology so they can market it as a way to bypass your negative feelings, but it’s a Trojan horse. You’re actually surrendering your will and personhood to this cult. A cult who can use you to do anything they want. Make anything they need. Do any task they want. And you’d never know it, because you’re no longer the outie.

Fucking TERRIFYING.

[serenityluvz]

𝙀𝙣𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩

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Heeseung – “Wait… This username looks familiar.”

Heeseung is scrolling through Twitter one night when he stumbles across a tweet that sounds a little too specific. "HEESEUNG BREATHING IS A RELIGION. I WILL PASS AWAY." – @luvseungie99

He tilts his head. Wait. He clicks on the account, scrolling through hundreds of posts dedicated to… him. The fan edits. The thirst tweets. The “Heeseung is my emotional support man” memes. And then he notices the way you always use the same emojis when texting him. His eyes widen. No way. "Y/N…?" The moment he shows you your own tweet, you scream, snatching his phone away. "DON’T LOOK AT THAT—" But it’s too late. Heeseung is already wheezing, gripping his stomach from laughing too hard. "So you really have a whole fan account dedicated to me?" he teases. You groan, hiding your face. "I HATE YOU."

"Nah," he grins, wrapping an arm around you. "You love me. You literally have a whole page about it."

Jay – “I KNEW IT.”

Jay suspected something was up when he saw you giggling over your phone. But he didn’t think much of it—until one day, he randomly clicks on a TikTok edit… and his face pops up. The caption? "POV: You're in love with Jay from Enhypen, and he doesn’t know you exist." The username? @jayzwife4ever

Jay chokes. His heart stops. The profile picture looks way too familiar. When he turns to you, his eyes are wide. "Baby… please tell me this isn’t your account." You freeze. "Haha… what? No way… that would be crazy, right?" Jay stares. You stare back. Silence. Then he lunges for your phone, and you scream, running away. "DON’T LOOK AT MY DRAFTS—"

Jake – “OMG YOU’RE MY MOOT??”

Jake follows you on his stan account. He’s been mutuals with you for months, interacting with your tweets about him without ever realizing you’re actually his girlfriend. Then one day, you’re chilling on the couch when you accidentally open your Twitter, and Jake sees it. Your username. The layout. The pinned tweet that says: "Jake Sim is my reason for breathing." His jaw drops. "WAIT A DAMN MINUTE." You blink. "What?"

"YOU’RE @simsmylife101??" Your soul leaves your body. "HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT—" Jake pulls out his phone, showing you his own account. The one that always replied to yours. The one that flirted with you as a fan. Your eyes widen. "YOU’RE @simspuppy??" Jake screams. You scream. And then you both die laughing.

Sunghoon – “I FEEL SO BETRAYED.”

Sunghoon is casually scrolling on TikTok when he finds a very familiar username. @hoonznumber1simp

The account is filled with edits of him. And the captions? "Sunghoon needs to stop being hot. It’s ruining my life."

"Imagine being married to Park Sunghoon. The power." His eyebrows furrow. The username looks… weirdly familiar. Then it hits him. "Y/N??" You freeze. He whips around, holding up his phone. "You’ve been fangirling over me in SECRET??" You try to run. He grabs you. "OH NO, YOU’RE NOT ESCAPING THIS—" For the next week, he does not let it go. "So when you called me ‘hot’ last night, was that you or @hoonznumber1simp talking?" You throw a pillow at him.

Jungwon – “I don’t know whether to be flattered or scared.”

Jungwon accidentally finds your fan account while searching for memes of himself. He stares at the screen, horrified as he reads your latest post. "If Jungwon ever looked me in the eyes, I’d simply pass away. No thoughts, just instant death." His ears turn red. Then he clicks on another post. "Jungwon could slap me with a fish, and I’d say thank you." …What. He slowly looks up at you. You’re sitting across from him, sipping your drink, completely unaware. "Y/N," he says carefully. You blink. "Yeah?" He holds up his phone, showing your own very unhinged tweet. "Do you… need help?" Your face turns bright red. "GIVE ME THAT—"

Sunoo – “LMAOOO, YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING.”

Sunoo finds your fan account in the worst way possible. During a live broadcast. A comment pops up: "Sunoo, did you know Y/N has a fan account for you???" He pauses. "Huh? No way." He clicks on the username in the comments, finds the account, and screams. "WAIT—THIS IS Y/N’S??" The chat goes crazy. You, watching from your phone, scream in horror. Next thing you know, Sunoo is cackling, reading your posts out loud. "‘Sunoo could run me over with a truck, and I’d thank him’—Y/N, EXPLAIN??" You turn off your phone and hide under a blanket for a week.

Ni-ki – “I knew you were a fan, but DAMN.”

Ni-ki always suspected you were secretly a huge Enhypen fan before dating him, but he never had proof. Until one day, he snatches your phone and sees it. @nikify4ever

His eyes go wide. He scrolls through the posts, reading your very dramatic captions: "Ni-ki’s hands are so pretty. I want to hold them forever."

"Imagine marrying Nishimura Riki… I’d be the happiest person alive." His lips twitch. He slowly looks at you. "So… you’ve been down bad for me this whole time, huh?" You grab a pillow and scream into it. Ni-ki just grins. "Don’t worry, baby. Your secret’s safe with me… or is it?" And just like that, your entire relationship becomes one big teasing session.

[kind-of-a-writer]

Relax (18+)

Gator Tillman x fem!reader Gator helps you relax at the dinner party. wc: 2k

contains: older gator, reader is like 20ish and gator is a few years older, innocent reader, oral sex, p in v, slight religion kink, etc

“What if they hear us?”

Gator already had his large hands up your dress, squeezing at the flesh of your ass. His face was tucked into the crook of your neck as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses against your skin. Your cheeks were burning, practically on fire. It felt good. Wrong, but good. 

“Mhm,” he hummed in response, clearly not bothered in the slightest. “Don’t you wanna feel good? Thought you loved it last time…” 

“Gator,” you said softly. He was right, you did love it, more than you wanted to admit. The way he had fucked you with his fingers in the kitchen when you found yourselves home alone just a couple days ago. It had only left you wanting more, even though you knew how wrong it was.

Still, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t enjoyed it; that you didn’t like how good he made you feel. You loved the newfound attention he was giving you. As stupid as it sounded, it made you feel wanted.

It was confusing, Gator’s newfound interest in you after years of indifference and casual conversations you had only out of politeness. Maybe Gator was just bored, but you didn’t really mind. You’d always found yourself drawn to him, even if you denied it. He was a little older, distant, but always kind towards you, which made you feel special. 

You were supposed to be good, your parents’ perfect little daughter. But here you were, with Gator up in your room, knowing exactly what he wanted from you. He was sucking at your neck softly, humming against your skin, making it difficult to think straight, to think about doing what was ‘right’. 

“Don’t leave a mark,” you said quietly, trying to pull your head back. Even though you wanted him to. You wanted Gator to bite and mark you all over, make you his for everyone to see. 

“I won’t, relax,” you could practically feel him smirking against your neck. “You’re all tense, darlin’.” 

You didn’t quite know what to do, arms stiff as his hands continued to knead the flesh of your ass, drawing a soft sigh from your lips. This was all still new to you and Gator seemed to enjoy that; he relished in your innocence.

His words, while not doing much to actually ease your worry, were enough to let him continue what he was doing. He gently pushed you back onto the bed, bunching your dress up around your waist carefully, like he was afraid to rip it. 

“Real pretty dress, did I mention that?” Gator said lowly, eyelids heavy as he gently lifted your hips, tugging your panties down to your ankles. He ran his fingers up and down your thighs, almost in a soothing manner, noticing how tense you still were. 

You shook your head, looking up at him shyly. You were glad he liked it, he was the main reason you had worn the dress anyway. It was modest, but a little short, and you’d hoped it would catch his attention. “Thank you,” you said finally. “It’s new.”

“Yeah?” he replied. Gently, he parted your wet folds with two fingers, letting out a low whistle at how slick you were already. “Oh, you been like this all night, sweet thing? That why you’ve been staring at me all night?”

You didn’t know what to say, embarrassed he had taken notice of your longing glances his way during dinner. “No,” you tried to deny, but he only laughed in response. 

“S’okay, sweetheart,” he said with a smug smile. “It’s cute, y’know. You’re real cute.”

Cheeks flushing even more, if possible, you watched as Gator lowered his head between your legs.

Oh. You had expected him to use his fingers like last time, but this was new. Different. Even better, if possible. But it didn’t matter, really. You wanted Gator however he’d take you. 

He pressed a few kisses to your slick pussy before he flicked his tongue out, licking a long stripe up your slit until it reached your clit. You couldn’t help the soft moan that left your mouth, hands clenching into fists at your sides as he pressed his tongue flat against you. 

Gator sucked on your swollen clit, causing you to make a louder noise, something between a gasp and a moan. He hummed against your pussy, the vibration sending a jolt through your body.

Obscene, wet noises filled your otherwise quiet room as Gator’s mouth relentlessly sucked and licked like a man starved of water. Faint chatter from downstairs could be heard, but you were starting to care less and less about anyone hearing you as the pleasure started building up in your stomach. 

It was sinful, how he lapped at your pussy, the sounds you were trying to muffle by biting your lip. 

This situation, in its entirety, was a sin you knew you’d have to repent for later. And Gator was the Devil himself, moaning softly against your pussy like you were the best thing he’d ever tasted. 

Instinctually, your fingers found his hair as your hips rocked into his mouth. He smirked, his tongue swirling around your clit as his grip on your thighs tightened to keep you in place. 

“Gator,” you gasped out before you could help yourself. “Oh, God-”

“Shh, honey, I know,” he mumbled against your sensitive skin, pulling back slightly to calm you down, sensing your pleasure building up too fast already. He had a devilish grin on his face, his lips glistened with your slickness as he glanced up at you. The sight made you even more aroused, if possible. “You taste divine, just like I imagined.” 

Gator continued to caress your thighs, watching the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the pleasure dissipating slightly as he looked down at your dripping cunt. You looked down at him, unable to speak. 

“You’re so beautiful, darlin’. Can I fuck you?” he asked, voice low and raspy, as if he was asking for a simple favor from a friend. Not asking you to take your virginity. 

You blinked, unable to think. Your instinctual response was yes. Of course. But finally, you said, “they could hear us.” 

“You can be quiet, I know you can. I promise it’ll feel good,” Gator pressed a kiss to your clit again, making your eyelids flutter shut. “Better than my fingers. You really liked that last time, huh?”

Your fingers continued to caress his hair while he wore your defenses down one kiss to your clit at a time, making it near impossible to say no. Then, slowly, you nodded. “Yeah,” you agreed. “Want you fuck me, please.”

“Attagirl.” 

At once, Gator lifted himself up so he could settle between your thighs. He was quick to unbuckle his belt and push his jeans down to his knees, like he’d knew you’d say yes. You peered down, mouth watering as he pulled out his hard cock, pumping himself lazily as he looked down at you. Not that you’d had much frame of reference, but you knew at once, he was big. Bigger than what you’d expected.

He noticed the flushed, nervous look on your face. The sight of his cock leaking with precum, hard and wanting, made your pussy ache with need. There was no question about it; you wanted - needed - him inside you, his cock to fill you up and fuck into you. You could worry about the guilt later.

“I promise it’ll be good,” he repeated, his voice softer this time. “But gotta be quiet, yeah?”

You nodded in response, lifting your hips slightly as Gator leaned down. He tantalizingly rubbed his thick, leaking tip cock up and down against your slit. “Quiet,” you repeated, mostly talking to yourself.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Gator groaned as he slowly pushed his thick cock in, only to pull back out swiftly, making your stomach flutter. “Do you want me to ruin you? Make you dirty, ruined for any other man?”

A whimper escaped you as he teased your entrance with his cock again. “Yes,” you breathed, feeling your clit pulse. “Yes, Gator, please I want it so bad. Want you to ruin me.” 

Gator looked smug. “Yeah? You’re that desperate for it?” he asked in amusement. “Oh, baby. If I’d known, I’d have fucked you years ago.”

Slowly, he pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock inside your wet cunt with little resistance. The feeling of him sinking into you for the first time made your entire body tingle with pleasure, your breath catching in your throat. You couldn’t have known just being filled would feel this good.

His fingers gripped your sides, trying to soothe you as you whimpered at the sensation. It was intense, how big he was. Your slick, tight, walls were squeezing around his cock. 

“Shh, I know,” Gator cooed, leaning down and peppering kisses along your neck as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. He adjusted hips slightly, allowing him to hit a deeper angle, pressing up against your spongy walls. Causing you to moan loudly. “You okay, honey? Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, momentarily rendered speechless. Gator, despite trying to keep a cool front, was breathing rapidly against your neck, the feel of his cock stretching your cunt making him groan. He grunted when you shifted underneath him, twitching inside you. 

“You’re so tight,” he said roughly, like he was struggling to speak properly, “squeezin’ me so tight, honey. Feels so good. Can I move now?”

Again, you nodded. “Please, please,” you pleaded desperately. 

Slowly, Gator pulled his cock almost all the way out, then swiftly pushed back in, the tip of his cock hitting so deep you felt like you couldn’t breathe. He began a slow, gentle rhythm, rocking his hips against yours, like he was afraid he’d break you.

“Oh, darlin’, you take it so good for me,” he praised, sucking at your neck, picking up the pace just slightly. “You’re such a pretty little thing, takin’ it so well.”

Your thighs trembled as his thrusts suddenly got a bit harder, faster. Amidst it all, your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to pull him closer.

You couldn’t have fathomed sinning would feel this good. That Gator pounding into your aching cunt would make you feel more alive than you’d ever felt before. His hands moved down to your hips to keep you in place, his grip tight and firm unlike before. He was keeping you in place, not letting you move or squirm, desperate for his own release. 

Gator put his hand over your mouth as you moaned a little too loud. That familiar swirling in your stomach was starting to build up, just like it had a few days ago, increasing with every forceful thrust.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he groaned. “Gonna come for me?”

Whimpering, your grip on his back tightened as your climax washed over you, your body tingling and vibrating with pleasure. It was sudden, overwhelming, the feel of his cock filling you up and hitting against that sweet spot you didn’t even know you had. Your whines were muffled against his palm as your eyes rolled back, the intensity of your orgasm almost too much to handle.

You moaned as he pulled out suddenly, hot spurts of his cum spilling onto your bedsheets and your dress. He let out a moan as he pumped himself lazily, getting the last drops to spill out onto your thighs. 

He grinned down at you, breathless and smug. “Told you it’d feel good, huh?”

He was right.

Still, the guilt was quick to catch up to you as he helped you put your panties on and tugged your dress down, the warmth of his cum against your dress now a dreadful reminder of the sin you had just committed. He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“It’s a shame your new dress got ruined,” he murmured lowly.

And then he was up and gone, rejoining the dinner party.

[sovietyaoi]

I am quite sure my reading comprehension skills are totally fine and I have better things to show for it than arguing on the internet. I also don’t think I’m misunderstanding anything or taking it out of context. What I think is that you refuse to engage with my arguments, which I don’t really care about, because as I said I just wanna talk about crowferi.

Just because Ferid thinks about how he yearns for desire for women and strength doesn’t mean that it was his strongest desire as a human. Vampire’s yearn for many forms of humanity, for example death (like Ferid getting suicidal or Crowley being glad his life ended). Also Ferid isn’t getting stronger just for the sake of it but to carry out his plan. If he was, he wouldn’t have agreed to work with Guren, who now appears to have some type of authority over him. In the chapters where Ferid’s time as a human was showed it was quite clear that he was mostly interested in finding the reason for living. He was studying philosophy and he killed his parents not to gain more power but so that he could travel the world and learn more.

And your way of “explaining” vampire relationship was basically repeating your point and not engaging with any of my arguments against it. I don’t “absolutely know that it’s right” because when I entered the fandom I have already read Vassalord and knew about IWTV so I perceived Ferid’s and Crowley’s relationship the same way I did to characters in that works, I’ve never thought of them as brothers and I was surprised when I found out there are even people who believe so, as I stated previously, because there have never been claims like that in fandoms of any other vampire media I had been in.

I’ve never said their relationship wasn’t abusive, but it doesn’t change the fact it was meaningful. If you go outside you’ll notice that people aren’t perfect and do bad things to others. A ship doesn’t have to be perfect and sanitized to be good, if you can’t handle it don’t think about it, it’s really that easy. And me shipping crowferi doesn’t invalidates people who have been abused because, setting aside everything else, Ferid and Crowley are in fact not real.

I’m real tho, which may seem absurd to you, and so are most crowferi shippers, that is people who you enjoy telling to kill themselves, over the fact you disagree about something. You seem to be very keen on assuring yourself that you’re a good person, so I’m going to tell you one thing. Dehumanization is the first step towards not being in fact a good person, because if you’re ready to dehumanize a person, even over something you think is completely reasonable, eventually you’ll fine with anybody being dehumanized.

Also just because somebody can see that two characters relationship isn’t sexual doesn’t mean they can’t write smut about them? I’m pretty sure that’s how a lot of fanfiction was created, as a matter of fact. This is what transformative works mean.

The comment about being a non-religious person and saying omfg is so random, like I’m pretty sure it’s religious people who usually shouldn’t say god’s name while swearing. I’m non-religious too but I say it all the time, which I probably wouldn’t if I was religious because in many religions it’s forbidden.

And anyway tysm, I would actually love for love like crowferi to find me!

kami's rage

[feytouchedtwilight]

“There was a time, Becket knew, when holy people were not safe. When they were not tame. When they were not the gentle shepherds, but the keepers of mysteries and the guardians of fire. As a priest, he turned wine into blood and bread into flesh—why had that ever become a tame thing, a safe thing? God was not safe. The numinous was not safe. So why then had he hemmed in his faith with safety? His hunger with rules? His zeal with bloodless, methodical praxis? He loved rituals, rites, and liturgies, that was unchanged. He loved the motions of them, the ancient words, the less-than-ancient words made to sound older than they were. But he’d been reduced by them, he saw now. Or perhaps not him personally, but his understanding, his relationship with God and belief. He’d hoped to wrestle it into submission, that relationship, and make it something that matched the way other people believed. He’d hoped to hide his zeal, stuff it into the corners of himself, bind it and lash it to his heart so it could never make it to his mouth to his hands and deeds. So that it could never make itself known. All he’d wanted, all he’d ever wanted, was to believe like other people did. Communally and pleasantly, and with glad hearts that could easily bear the distance between themselves and God. Not wild and alone. Chasing after God like an abandoned bridegroom. … Yes, the zeal was dangerous. Yes, it could consume him if he wasn’t strong enough. But he was tired of fighting it. Tired of pushing away love and sex and feral fun, tired of keeping his hunger for God locked in a box because he felt like he had to.”

~ Door of Bruises by Sierra Simone

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

I sincerely think if Dennis Reynolds and Jeff Winger were to makeout, it would benefit them both immensely, in fact, it’d be good for their health

[whatever-you-can-give-me]

rip wolfwood’s actual cross pendant, deemed not sexy enough, replaced with catholic regalia for the. hotness points i guess.

[vulpinesaint]

smth about the like. “love that makes you understand religion” “love that feels like devotion/prayer” “kissing like worship” always hits wrong for me. maybe it’s just cause it’s gotten to be a little bit of a cliché and people still say it as if it’s something mind blowing but like. that means nothing to me. by which i mean religion Does mean something to me and this always strikes me as one of those things that people who aren’t religious go crazy for cause it seems really deep to them cause “religion” to them is something that’s just nebulously large and important and not something real. like it was cool to see people bringing up biblically accurate angels for a while but there’s a point where it’s like. man. you don’t actually care about this. you’ve never prayed to an angel in your life. you think it’s cool and that’s fine but let’s not pretend it’s deeper than that y’know

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

The most uncomfortable feeling ever is watching Sausage Party while eating.

EDIT: Okay ignore the tags. I watched the last 25 minutes of it and they were certainly not as profound as the beginning. I knew there was a food sex scene but holy mother of god

[liebgirl]

the modern fandomization of like. greek mythology is crazy can you imagine if people wrote fanfiction about like. saint peter? or mary magdalene? saint jude? imagine an afterlife where the ancient greeks who’s religion that was are looking at these tiktok freaks like wtf…

[londonfoginacup]

The mythological symbol of a ladder extending from Earth to heaven appeared in a dream to Jacob, son of Isaac. The icon of a cosmic stairway on which angels move up and down between the earth below and Yahweh at the top is recorded in the Hebrew bible. Within the major world religions, the image of the sky ladder is little more than a vestige of a motif that played a far more prominent role in ancient cosmologies worldwide. You don't know your bible.

(Note: religion and theology talk ahead)

Ex… Excuse me??????? I wake up to THIS?? Anon what. WHAT.

“You don’t know your Bible” oh my god I have never felt so insulted. I don’t fall for anon bait usually but jfc you’ve found my weak spot. WHAT. Are you really trying to imply that my funny little Daylight/Late Night Talking fanart was in reference to JACOB’S LADDER?

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What. Do you think I am unaware of the theological interpretations of Jacob’s Ladder? The ladder that Jacob saw in a dream/vision while fleeing from Esau? Are you trying to make me aware of the many interpretations of Jacob’s Ladder, anon, that perhaps it’s referring to the many exiles of the Jewish people (I lean toward that one), or that it signifies the bridge between Earth and heaven (as Jacob was likely on Mount Moriah at the time), or perhaps that it’s a representation of the personal struggle with sin over a lifetime, the way one ascends and falls? Is it a representation of the covenant between God and his people? Or even the Islamic interpretation, which I do not pretend to know nearly as much about, that the ladder represents the straight and narrow path? Or, as you refer to the Bible, I assume you are looking for the common Christian interpretation where this ladder is God bridging the gap to Man, unlike when Man tried to do the opposite with the Tower of Babel, now Jesus himself is the ladder, as he himself states in John 1:50-51?

Anon. ANON. You come to ME about religion? Would you perhaps like to see the photo I took MYSELF of the Jacob’s ladder that climbs the side of the cathedral in Bath? (Trick question you can’t because I’m at work and it’s on my home computer)

Well first of all I’ll have you know that the art I made was based off of this post “second mv now where he's coming from the sky...”. Like??? I was doing art based on the symbolism of Harry’s videos. Come on. If this was a ladder ascending to the heavens, Harry would be a HELL OF A LOT HIGHER UP. PLANES FLY HIGHER THAN THAT BOY. I assume that the vision is more of him creating a separation for himself, of coming down to interact with the world and ascending back to safety. Also, if anything, I would look at the art I made and deduce a sort of princess and the pea idea from it. A stranded princess sleeping atop an offered bed while people around watch to see if she really is the princess she says she is, waiting for her to fail at the tasks given her, an audience intent on hoping she will miss the pea under her heaven-high stack of mattresses, or hoping perhaps that she’ll just fall off the ladder.

Anon. NOTHING in this art was biblical allegory. And if it was? You would be able to tell! I am not subtle with my allegories!

Perhaps you would like to read my Christmas fic Unto You in which I wrote the story of the birth of Christ as an a/b/o fic set in Victorian England where Harry is Mother Mary. IS THAT SUBTLE ENOUGH FOR YOU?

Or, actually more subtle, my Big Bang fic Through a Mirror Dimly the title of which references 1 Corinthians 13:12 “For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.”‬ ‭(ESV‬‬ version), in which I use that verse in reference to the darkness that Louis in that fic is living in, as someone struggling with undiagnosed OCD and whose roommate is not able to see him for who he truly is until the truth is revealed.

“little more than a vestige of a motif that played a far more prominent role in ancient cosmologies worldwide” Your attempt at pretentiousness is lost when you are not fighting a real battle. Come to me when you want to have a real conversation about the apologetic implications of Phil 1:15-18 and using biblical types as trope in fic. Then we can talk.

[squuote]

realizing that maybe I am just some crow who does not like labels. or at least using too many

[valerieismss]

God I hate atheists who major in phirel like SHUT UPPPPPPPPP I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!

[rachelannezegler]

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[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

My brother started asking me about about the research I did in high school and now I’m reminiscing about the good old days

[steviescrystals]

my tags on the post i just reblogged got me thinking so here’s my current stream of consciousness