#What about solidarity is not understood jfc

[delcat177]

I swear you're the only exvangelical I've met who's actually sympathetic about our experiences weird toxic atheism we was raised under, I've had so many tell me my parents were just trying to protect us??? Which like Maybe So but it was a severe overcorrection

Jesus, that's a sad thing to hear. Not unsurprising, but that makes it more sad.

Toxic religion LOVES trying to protect people! That's part of what makes it toxic! If it's doing it for the greater good, how can it possibly cause problems? All they're doing is thinking of their wellbeing!

"Wellbeing" is a word that means, here, "the method which works for me".

It doesn't matter what it is for creed, it matters what is done, realistically, to children when raised in a toxic religious environment. Everyone says they're thinking of the children. They say that instead of thinking of the children, actually. They don't engage with kids, they don't try to understand the effect it has on them, they just stick to the company line, and it hurts people.

It's an absolute fucking clownshoes of a way to raise kids. They need to have their actual needs and wants addressed, not to be tasked with something as complex and painful as trying to understand religion--that's not to say kids can't be religious, or that raising kids religious is inherently bad, but that going "This is what we believe so deal with it" without room for discussion or discourse is just...cruel. A six year old is not remotely equipped to try to carry that on their own.

I'm so sorry you grew up in a toxic religious sphere <\3 I'm sorrier that people are apparently assholes about it! That has to be all kinds of devaluing, invalidating, and damn straight insulting to you as a person. I will bite them on the leggy if it helps o/

Have a dancing gorilla, Birdmeat, you deserve it

We're all just walking each other home. You're a real one, never forget it ❤️

[markantonys]

Hi! It's L'allieva anon!

Omg I was dying by the end of the season when Claudio kept leaving her stranded in the middle of nowhere 😂. You'd think she'd learn what triggers Claudio's change of humor but nooo she had the same shocked pikachu face each time.

You know, I thought I was the only one who started to like Ambra. At the beginning I didn't stand her, but toward the end of the season when she stopped being jealous about Claudio and Alice, the writers allowed her to be more than a one dimensional character. I was actually excited that she was pregnant! I really wanted her to stay and see her struggle to be the best while dealing with the pregnancy and questioning what she wanted in life. It could have been the start of a lovely friendship between her and Alice too ( because that woman befriends everybody!!)...but nooo they had to make her leave. Though later I found out that in the books Ambra lost her baby and actually died ( Alice investigated her death)...so it's better that they didn't kill her at least.

Speaking of bitchy rivals, I really enjoyed Beatrice in s2.

Jesus Alice's hair is disastrous in s2, as is her wardrobe! I don't know how they managed to make her even more child-like visually but they succeeded. She looks like a schoolgirl! They only positive change is Claudio's wardrobe! I love his new suits and the vests suit him so well! Somebody finally understood they have to keep that man in various shades of blue haha.

I feel you with the love triangles!

Well I'm not going to spoil you but let's just say Arthur is like an annoying cockroach that won't fucking die.

I too was stunned that they kept dragging that relationship untill the s1 finally...i was actually cheering on Claudio when he was ranting at her after the congress because she WAS acting like a teenager.

And Yes! Marco not being bi is a fucking missed opportunity because he totally gave me bi-vibes. I was like "get him a boyfriend! Or say he had a secret boyfriend and his family -beside Alice- didn't know about him" .So I am adopting your HC as my own! Bi-solidarity!

I love Alice and Claudio! Their bantering is so entertaining and it's the spice of the show! Though their communication issues are killing me...but they're improving season after season. I think Claudio is the one who grows the more each season, and it's beautiful to watch him mature emotionally and change for Alice. And this season is fun because we get a full on Jealous!Claudio 😁. Alice on the other hand, is slow with personal growth but I digg her professionnal growth! How she becomes more sure of herself, more efficient but doesn't lose the empathy and the willingless to help that makes her who she is.

I haven't seen non uccidere, it's on my list to watch because I LOVE Miriam Leone!

NICE i’m not the only one who grew fond of ambra! oh my god she dies in the books? that’s awful i’m so glad they didn’t do that!! if she had to leave i’m definitely glad she was just written out rather than mercilessly killed off damn

aww i like alice’s wardrobe haha it’s so cute! oh nooo i thought arthur was gone for good jfc are we going to get a love square situation with him and claudio and sergio lmfao most of the time i would make fun of the tropiness of every single person who meets the protagonist falling instantly in love with her but like. it’s alessandra mastronardi so i get it

yess the alice/claudio banter is the best! right now claudio is being annoyingly emotionally stunted so i’m looking forward to see him grow in that respect haha and you’re so right, alice’s professional growth is really nice to watch! i’m glad they actually pay attention to the fact that she’s a student still learning and developing her career rather than only using that as the setup for crimes and love triangles

and i highly Highly recommend non uccidere, it’s probably my favorite italian tv show i’ve seen so far (granted it’s also the only one i watched with professionally-done english subs so i also just understood it better lmao) and miriam is absolutely fantastic in it (plus matteo martari is there as the love interest so what could be better than that!)

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@frcnkxcastles

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frcnkxcastles:

There’s some shit that just – She didn’t finish the thought. She didn’t have to. It was enough. Frank understood. “Yeah,” he muttered. The thing about loss, the thing they’d never tell you about, the thing you couldn’t read in a book, was that it was recognizable. When you’d lost something big, something important, you could recognize the same sense of hollowness in someone else. He’d seen it in Red, the first time they met, seen it in Karen. He saw it in Jessica now. He didn’t know what she’d lost, and he wouldn’t ask, but he saw it.

It didn’t make him feel better, knowing that she shared that feeling. Didn’t make him feel worse, either. Knowing that other people were going through something similar to you didn’t change the hand you were dealt, and knowing that your struggles weren’t unique didn’t make them hurt less. There was no solidarity in suffering, no allowing someone to help carry your burden and make it lighter and shouldering some of theirs in return. Maybe it’d be easier if there was.

Her statement seemed to echo between them. It was true, of course. For all that he’d preached at Red, killing didn’t make him feel whole any more than Jessica’s flask did for her. Nothing could make him whole. Not anymore. “Wouldn’t it be easier if you could?” he mused, and there was an almost longing tone to it. Wouldn’t life be simpler if he could just choose not to hurt anymore? If he could choose to stop reliving the moment of his family’s death over and over? If she could choose to get passed whatever she’d lost, put her flask down? Life would be simpler.

“I can be reasonable,” he muttered, snorting a little. It wasn’t exactly something he was known for. Ask just about anyone, and they’d probably tell you the opposite because generally, he wasn’t reasonable. Wouldn’t listen to Matt when he’d asked him not to kill Grotto on that rooftop, wouldn’t listen to Karen when she’d asked him to let the law deal with Blacksmith. But Frank was capable of reason, and it wasn’t as if Jessica was asking him to spare anyone. She just needed him to hold off on killing them every now and then. He could do that. “Yeah. No problem.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. He hadn’t figured he’d find anything in common with Jessica Jones after their first meeting, certainly hadn’t expected to be trading quips with her on some abandoned rooftop. But she was all right. Even if she was still a little too much like Red for his liking.

“Sometimes I wish I could go back to thinking like that, you know?” he admitted, thinking of all the civilians locked safe in their homes. “To making those choices.”

He was maybe the only person who didn’t ask her to finish that sentence. Ask her what she meant, what she was talking about. He was better than her -- she couldn’t help but pry open other people’s scars, peer inside to see if they were an empty as she felt. But maybe he didn’t need to. Maybe she wore it on her sleeve, despite all her walls, despite how hard she fought to hide it.

“Yeah, it goddamn would,” she muttered in agreement. “But I think we passed easy a long way back,” she said. She recognized that longing in his voice. That want, that desire for things to just be different. For the world not to be a shitty goddamn place to exist in. For the holes in your chest to have never existed, for the memory of it all to just be gone. But that was just another way of denying what they both knew was real. She didn’t play what if and if only, unless she was three-plus bottles deep and left alone with her thoughts.Not that her voice was ever the only one inside her head. Never would be again. That’s what she had lost. Not a person, not a family (though there was that old wound, too). She had lost herself, somewhere among all of this. She had lost the safety of her own head, something intangible and  hard to put a name to. Something she’d never been able to put into words.

She wondered what voices were in Frank’s head. What kept him up at night. Did he hear his children? His wife? Did he play what if, if only, and imagine saving them from their terrible fate? Imagine saving himself. From becoming... this.

She plucked the flask from his hands, took a swig, and turned so she was leaning on the railing. “Could’ve fooled me,” she said, glancing at him. After their first encounter, after he had shot that man, and fought her so hard for the right to do it -- she hadn’t expected this. But broken people had a way of recognizing each other. And maybe, they had a way of looking out for each other, too. Not that she’d ever say anything so goddamn sappy out loud -- Christ, Trish had made her watch one too many lifetime movies.

Should she be okay with this? Carrying the knowledge that he’d keep killing, even if he waited long enough for her to serve his victims their summons or take pictures of them with their pants around their ankles. But if it was a burden, it was one she was strong enough to shoulder. Maybe later, it would prey on her conscious, pick at what was left of her morals, but for now, she found it easy enough to accept.

“Do you?” she asked, the question genuinely curious. She gazed out across the sky this time, watching thin, grey clouds stretch out, blocking most of the sun, but not quite all of it. Maybe it’d rain soon. She could hear, even from here, the sounds of life below. Kids screaming happily on playgrounds, cars zipping by. People living lives, normal goddamn lives, where the biggest choices they had to make were what job they wanted, or how to goddamn propose to their partner, or whether to keep that baby growing in their stomach. She rubbed hers absentmindedly, nursing a phantom ache, and took another swig. “I don’t know. Never suited me, honestly,” she admitted with a light sigh. “Maybe some people aren’t cut out for normal goddamn choices.” Maybe some people were born with tragedy in their blood, branded on their bones.