#YOU LITERALLY TAGGED THIS CHRISTIANITY

[zigcarnivorous]

Meh, here is a more accurate moodboard

Super weird you put THIS pic in your lame moodboard, too. Cringe

ever heard of the SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE, oof

Slightly different version of the Kamala Harris Moodboard!

[katabay]

and some Reading Material, as promised

Assigned Female At Death, Martha G. Newman (in Trans and Genderqueer Subjects in Medieval Hagiography, Edited by Alicia Spencer-Hall and Blake Gutt)

[tired-lamb]

my uncle and I had a conversation yesterday. he cares deeply for his family— myself included. he’s a christian man, as most of my family is. we’re a small community in the depths of south asia, which is why elders consider it of great importance to pass down virtues onto youngers, lest they go astray in a country where we are a minority. he was advising me on relationships, on attraction, and such. I knew where this was going to go. I knew that he knew today’s world was more open-minded.

“You should be attracted, ideally, to the opposite gender—�� ”But what I’m not?”

I knew he was going to say that. I’m surprised I said what I said, too, since I usually avoid this topic with my family like a prey avoids predator. he was silent, for a moment, and I took myself by surprise again by adding,

“Would I still be your niece?”

a question that had been hanging on my tongue ever since I’ve delved into a world where queerness and my faith coexist. whether they coexist at odds, or on the same end, or maybe somewhere in between, was something I was always, always scared to know. sometimes I chose for myself. sometimes I followed others. rarely have I ever believed they exist at odds. my uncle went silent again. he stared at me, and for a moment I wished I hadn’t asked.

“Of course.”

I didn’t expect it. he looked me dead in the eye and said with utmost surety that I would still be his niece. I would still be his relative and apart of his family. I would still be something to him. I didn’t react too emotionally incase he got suspicious— but I know for sure that that response meant a whole lot to me. it still does. it still will. I wouldn’t be writing this if it hadn’t. he was the last person I expected to say that. he was the last person I expected to still accept me if I were queer. he then later casually mentioned that relationships aren’t exactly about gender— it’s more about the attraction. I questioned him, too, saying “it’s not about the gender?” not that I believed it ever was, but just incase I had heard him wrong. he then looked at me, with a “rahm. Come on.” deadpan kind of look, and said,

“It’s never been about the gender.”

as if it were some common knowledge. as if he didn’t just erase any worries and qualms I had about no longer being apart of the family if I were of a certain kind, of a certain community that is usually at odds with my faith.

I share this because this interaction meant a lot to me. I share this because I want to look back on it whenever I have my doubts. to look at this and read and say if even my uncle of all people, who usually comes off as an uptight, no nonsense christian man, can say this, then what am I worrying for?

I like to think God, himself, would react this way.

[ro-sham-no]

your divinity scrapes at you with a knife. a poem by me.

[duckyfann9871]

The asexual x allo dating dynamic is so wack because you guys will have sex like once a month and they’ll be really needy for you but you’re like “?? We literally JUST had sex!” And they’ll be like “no we didn’t, it’s been like 2 weeks” and you have to remember how some people literally do this like every other day HOW

[cashandprizes]

This Wretched Heart

Hello friends. Remember how I said I wrote prissy smut checks notes over a year ago for @autisticempathydaemon's birthday? They literally reminded me today that you know, that WIP still exists in my barren drive folder.

Honestly, I wanted to rewrite this when I came up with the headcanon that Christian lost one of his legs during Inversion, but I had already written this and the spark was gone (and I was about to spend two months being cyberstalked and getting a peace order) soooo... it kind of rotted. And then Erik went and gave more Alexis information (like that blasted last name), and really I just forgot about it.

But - we will unearth it tonight. Enjoy four thousand words of some antiquated Alexis/Christian fucking nasty after some kind of charity auction or something.

Credit to @/cafekitsune for the banner

CW: NOT SAFE FOR TUMBLR/MINORS; all of this is built on Lexi's Prissy fics which you can and should be reading on their blog, yes they're mates; light jealousy (in a tasteful, sexy way); body worship; Christian has a tongue piercing thank you @mr-laveau for that one; cunnilingus; Lexi and I take prissy eye contact seriously; overstimulation; squirting; implied d/s dynamics but they're both switches; breeding kink; implied knotting

"Sometimes I can't believe I'm the only one who gets to see you like this," Christian whispers, bending over and brushing his mouth across his girl's knuckles. Alexis shivers under his attention and it goes straight to his head. The infamous Solaire princess, the ice queen, melting from his affections is a heady thing, and Christian plans to be drunk on it by the end of the night.

"You're so beautiful like this." Her pale skin is flushed rosy, her breath is quick little inhale-exhales, her fangs are digging into a full lower lip, and Christian is so terribly starved for her it almost hurts. He drops to his knees from where he'd pressed her against the door and kissed her senseless, and leans in to press a delicate kiss to the silk covering her knee.

Alexis is still dressed to kill, looking effortlessly elegant in six-inch heels and a floor-length sheath dress in the shade of midnight. Formal events have never been her favorite but she would never tarnish the illustrious reputation of the Solaire Clan by looking anything other than her best. Sixty-plus years of polite society have sharpened her manners for boring charity auctions like the one she'd attended tonight with Christian trailing behind her, far out of his element.

He still feels out of his element but in a different sort of way, staring up at the ethereal picture his girlfriend, his mate, makes in their shared space. Her dark, inky hair falls down her back, released from an extravagant style under the wrath of his hands pulling her even closer. Christian longs to wrap his fingers through her hair again, weaving long stands between his finger to pull her in for another heated kiss, but settles himself knowing that he has the rest of the night. 

The night is theirs, now, no longer occupied with useless niceties and whispers, always whispers. Christian is never sure if some vampires are extraordinarily petty or just stupid for turning to each other and prattling on in front of two beings with superhuman senses. Alexis never reacts, the poise of a born socialite schooling her delicate features - but the comments make Christian heat until his skin flushes with anger. First, it had been the jabs and quips about her cold and cruel nature, but now it seems everyone has something to say about her smile and beauty. Christian has always known she was beautiful from the moment he saw her staring blankly at a wall. But now everyone is noticing, commenting on the height of her cheekbones or her unmarred decolletage.

But now, they’re alone and his jealousy turns from churning rage to molten lust. Her eyes meet his and he allows a moment to just drink her in. Alexis Solaire is a damned vision in a floor-length midnight black gown, her pale skin on display from the plunging v-neck and a high slit up to her left hip. Her hands dangle by her sides, long fingers decorated in gold rings that she mindlessly twists ending in glossy nails the color of blood. Christian drags in a heavy breath and swallows as his large, calloused palms part the split in fabric to glide up her bare calf. He cups the back of her knee and gently tugs until he can brush his lips across her shin. Her next exhale is audible, her crimson lips parted as her eyes follow the sensual path his fingers make down her ankle to grasp the back of her foot and tug off the black stiletto. He tosses it over his shoulder with a smirk and bends down to press a kiss to the smooth, unblemished skin of her ankle. 

"Don't just go throwing those around, I like them," she chastises, her admonishing words disrupted by the fondness in her tone. Christian only smirks, meeting her eyes as he presses another kiss to her knee. He drags his thumbs across the bottoms of her foot, digging into the arch as she lets out a surprised moan. Her pleasure is palpable; he knew she wasn't comfortable wearing those death traps; her eyes slide shut and she relaxes against the door with each second of his impromptu massage.

Content with his work, he sets her foot on the ground and pushes her dress aside to reach for the other, sliding off her shoe and massaging away the soreness. His girl, his mate, slides a manicured hand into his hair and drags glossy nails across his scalp and behind his ears in gratitude. He sets down her other foot and can't help the love drunk smile on his face as he remembers just how lucky he is to be the one worshiping ice princess Alexis Solaire tonight.

"Nobody could keep their eyes off you tonight," Christian whispers, jealous and possessive as he trails kisses starting at her knee up her exposed thigh. "And all I could think is that they didn't have a clue. As if you haven't been beautiful this entire time, and only now they bother to notice." His voice grows deeper and Alexis meets the hungry look in his eyes with her own. He drags his nose across her heated skin and nips the inside of her thigh just because he can. "It's alright," he says conversationally, spreading his knees and bracing one hand against the wall behind her body while the other gently gathers the skirt of her dress in his fist.

"I got to you first, petal. They can look, but I'm the only one touching you tonight." And with that, he presses a wet kiss to the center of her delicate lace panties and grins while Alexis trembles.

Every kiss against her skin is like sweet damnation, molten lava burning her into oblivion. Christian is patient in a way he so rarely gets, determined to spend all the time in the world worshiping every inch of her body until he's quite satisfied. Despite being completely naked and spread out on their bed, Christian covers her body in breathy, open-mouthed pressed of his lips and tongue everywhere except where she needs him most. It's almost torturous, the way he says "not yet, petal" and "let me show you how much I need you" while she continues to soak the sheets beneath them.

"Cher, please," she whines, arching as he mouths and nips at her rib cage. 

"Please what, petal?" Christian is most definitely smirking into her skin, but she's too desperate to be upset with him.

"Quit teasing me," Alexis huffs, fisting a hand in his hair and tugging until her eyes meet his. "I've been wound up since you cornered me in the car, and I haven't forgotten your little stunt with the foot massage. Get your ass up here and do something about it."

Christian laughs, low and gruff into her skin and she can't stop herself from smiling back at him like the lovesick fool she is. "I'm pretty sure I'm doing something about it. Maybe you need to be more specific about what you want?" His voice and his eyes are dark, full of lust and want and desire as his hands glide up her thighs and part her legs. "Do you want me… here?" His thumbs ghost across the apex of her thighs and she moans. "Do you want my fingers, petal? Or do you want my mouth?"

"I think I've more than earned both, don't you think," Alexis sasses, guiding his head lower until his heavy breaths hover over her pubic bone.

"Mmmm, yes ma'am," Christian replies, pulling away just to slide off the bed and onto his knees. Before Alexis can complain, he grabs onto her hips and tugs her to the edge of the mattress, staring at where she's slick and leaking for him. He fits himself between her thighs and starts a slow grind of his cock slowly against the bedframe.

Alexis Solaire is glad for the suppression of her Sonal core when she cries out as Christian leans in and licks across her folds; because no one else should hear her shameful, wanton noises and she’d like to keep her boyfriend in top condition. He moans in response, wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling her closer until his face is entirely buried in her pussy. "Fuck, you always taste so fucking good," Christian groans, dipping his tongue inside and guzzling her like a man starved. She can only bury her hands in his hair and hold on tight as he tucks into her with a feral, voracious appetite that sends her reeling.

The brush of his piercing rubbing against the hood of her clit has her whining and when he sucks her into his mouth and hums she whimpers. Time has given them plenty of opportunities to learn each other's bodies and Christian has always been a dedicated student in the subject of one Alexis Solaire. He knows just when to add a finger and how to crook them to make her arch up into his waiting mouth. He knows that she scratches down his back when he spreads her on his fingers and works his tongue inside her. Christian knows that when she starts getting loud and then gets quiet, to suck her clit and pump his fingers hard to make her come so hard her eyes roll back. And he knows that the only time she enjoys overstimulation is when his head is between her legs throwing her over the edge.

"God, don't stop," Alexis pleads, rocking her hips in shallow motions to ride his face. Christian heaves a deep breath through his mouth and wraps his tongue around her clit, using the small metal piercing to rub the underside just the way she likes until she's squirming. He slides two fingers through her folds, gentle enough to tease, and pushes them in fast with a wet squish that makes him growl. She's so wet, dripping on his fingers and her face, and the knowledge that it's just for him makes him burn. It makes his cock throb hard where it’s leaking against the box spring unattended. He works his fingers with practice, hard thrusts with his fingers curled until she- "Christian, Christian, I'm so close."

"Come on my face, petal," he growls, looking up from his divine feast on her flesh and watching her eyes struggle to stay open. "Show me how good your mate makes you feel." Alexis gasps for air, nails biting into his scalp before she goes silent but her body sings. Her eyes roll back and she clenches in hard, arrhythmic movements around his fingers. It isn't the first time he's made her come like this and it won't be the last, but Christian drinks up her pleasure like a starving concubi, feeling his cock pulse and leak without stimulation. Her pale skin is flushed red and her breath catches in her chest and she looks so divine he is almost blinded. Watching his stoic silver princess fall apart in the safety he provides fills his wretched heart with an emotion stronger than words like love, affection, or adoration could ever evoke.

“You’re the most brilliant star I’ve ever seen, much less been able to touch,” Christian praises, peppering chaste kisses across her hip bone. Alexis makes a noise somewhere between incredulous and amused but softened by the wake of her orgasm. “Every time I look at you, I can’t believe I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” He scrapes his teeth across her skin, light nips that make the woman beneath him sigh. “That you would trust me with your body,” a kiss to her inner thigh, “with your pleasure,” another kiss at the apex of her thighs, “with your heart.” She whines and throws an arm over her eyes, squirming from the fingers still inside her and the devotion of the man before her.

“Don’t hide from me petal,” Christian demands, sucking a messy, biting kiss into the tender skin of her inner thigh. “Give me all of you. I want everything.” Alexis lifts her arms and peeks at him with wide eyes, blown-out pupils with only a thin ring of silver visible. “That’s it, petal. Watch me devour you just like this.” And he does, rewarding her hazy eye contact with a purposeful, wet slurp around her fingers.

“Christian,” she moans with fluttering eyelids, blood-red nails dragging down his neck and leaving thin red scratches in their wake. He’s growling before he can stop himself, starting deep in his chest and spilling past his lips in a way that only makes her moan again. Listening to her lose herself in the feelings of his mouth goes straight to his head, inflating his ego even further. He can’t help crushing his cock between his stomach and the box spring, humping his hips hard just for some relief. The sensation of Alexis’s ecstasy fills his head with white noise, blocking out conscious thought until he’s all instinct.

He can feel her thighs closing in around his head, squeezing his skull tight and stealing the air from his lungs. Christian gasps hard and loud through his mouth and grabs a fistful of her ass in either hand before diving back down until his tongue is buried inside her. He uses his grip to help her rock against his mouth, spearing herself on his tongue again and again.

“God, Cher-” a whimper with a full-body shudder steals the words and breath from Alexis’s lips, but Christian has spent long enough studying her to know exactly what she wasn’t able to say with his tongue roughly lapping up every drop of nectar with a need that borders on feral. Don’t stop is what she means, I need you is what she would have moaned. He looks up from his feast to meet her eyes with a deliberate and slow slide of his tongue through her folds up to the hood of her clit.

“I love you,” Christian says the words she couldn’t in a gentle breath, feeling her reciprocation in the way her hand smooths up his neck and nails scratch behind his ears. “I love you more than anything, Alexis Solaire.” He releases one hand from her ass and brings it to drag through her folds and gather the wetness there while his mouth is otherwise occupied. Her long eyelashes flutter against the roundness of her cheek as he slides two fingers into her heat. “Look at me, petal,” he demands, hooking his fingers and massaging hard against the front wall of her pussy. 

The feeling of her squeezing his fingers sends his brain into overdrive and his cock shudders, likely almost purple from the lack of release. Christian is consumed with images of pinning her to the bed with her ankles by her ears. He knows how well she takes him, how she blooms like the most precious flower around him. It would be so easy to slide his cock through her folds and fuck into her tight heat, to make them both come until they’re a panting, tangled, weak-limbed heap. But they have all day together and he plans to thoroughly eat his mate until she gushes.

His determination to make her come again rekindled with the knowledge that he’s going to have her every which way until they pass out, he ignores his neglected cock a little longer. “Watch me take you apart.” He fights not to close his eyes and lose himself in the sweet taste and smell of his mate’s delicious pussy, but Christian manages it with the knowledge that nothing makes the ice princess under him writhe like prolonged eye contact.

And writhe she does, bucking her hips hard enough to almost dislodge his fingers. Her pleasure is unrestrained and delectable on his tongue. Every mouthful of her on his tongue lights his nerves on fire and leaves his core singing for her and only her. Alexis swells and drips right into his mouth and Christian is unashamed to say he’s an addict. He is a mere supplicant at the altar of her divine and resplendent presence, happy to worship and consume her until his last breath. The way he suckles at her clit is a sacred ritual, the flicks of his tongue against the underside a salvational act for his soul. 

His fingers drill the tender spot inside her until she’s clawing at the sheets and burying her face into a pillow. “God, cher, it’s-,” she interrupts herself with a muffled yelp, one knee hooking around the back of his neck and holding him tight against her mound. “Christian. Christian, I’m gonna-” her nails cut into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood and each point of contact is electric. “If you don’t- god if you don’t stop I’ll-” she clenches hard around his fingers, growing spasms to signal the impending glory of her orgasm.

“That’s right, princess,” Christian snarls, rubbing cruel, tight little circles around her clit with his thumb. “Show me everything.” His teeth find a tender spot where her thigh joins her hip and leaves a deep imprint sure to bruise. There’s a distinct tearing sound where her fangs have ripped into the pillow covering her mouth, her carefully crafted control thrown out the window.

“Let me hear, petal. Let go.” Christian feels her start to come before she does, her startled shout bouncing off the walls. She fists his hair and arches up like she’s been electrocuted and she’s never been more beautiful. Christian speeds up rather than slowing down, mercilessly suckling and bearing his fingers into her knowing that she’s not done yet, that if he can get her right up to the edge and she can-

“Fuck, fuck!” Christian sticks his tongue out a second too late, but he doesn’t mind when the first gush of her hits his mouth and chin. His face wears it just fine, and he can always drink down every single drop next time. The growl in the back of his throat is primal, pure instinct and satisfaction. Despite his own desperate need to come, he pulls his hips back and focuses on his girl. He’s perfectly content letting his mate make a mess of him, squirting hard and fast across his face, knowing he’ll be insider her later. “Jesus Christ,” Alexis whimpers, gently riding his fingers until she’s a limp, twitching wreck.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful when you squirt all over my face like that, petal,” Christian growls, licking the remnants of her off his face and fingers. “You get me so fucking hard.” He spits into the hand covered in her slick and reaches down to firmly grasp his cock, too wound up to do anything more than just hold himself there.

“Show me, cher,” Alexis trills, voice siren-like in the way she compels him to climb onto the bed, his knees on either side of her thighs. Her eyes are dark and half-lidded and the smile on her face is coy and sultry. He jerks himself slowly, squeezing the head in the tight circle of his fist. “You made me feel so good,” she whispers, trailing sanguine-colored nails up his thigh to tease over his sac.

“I love eating you, petal,” Christian says, his voice so deep it would be foreign if he wasn’t used to Alexis dragging it out of him. “You know I love the taste of you on my tongue.” Alexis nods, rolling his balls in her delicate hands. She pushes up on one arm to place a kiss right over his pounding heart.

“I know.” She trails hot and wet kisses up his chest and over his neck, dragging her fangs over his throat in the way that makes him rumble and fuck his fist harder. “Now I want you inside me, cher, nice and deep.”

“Fuck, you drive me crazy when you say shit like that,” Christian snarls, using his free hand to catch the back of her head and drag her into a filthy kiss. Alexis gives as good as she gets, kissing hard and nipping at his lips while batting his hand off his cock and stroking him herself. “I love it when you tell me exactly like you want.” 

“I want you to fuck me, Christian.” Shivers wrack his body, muscle memory of being inside her reminding him of just how good it would be. But in the same breath he knows he probably wouldn’t get more than a few thrusts in before he came shamefully fast inside her. “So hurry up and fuck me, already.”

Her honest, sultry words against his lips make him break out in goosebumps and groan. “Petal, I’m not going to last. Watching you like that is so…” he trails off and brings their mouths together in a humid kiss that’s mostly teeth knocking together. Alexis pulls back, sensually twisting onto her knees and pulling her hair off of her neck.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’ve trained your refractory period, isn’t it cher?” Christian can’t help the high whine that escapes his throat. “Come,” she demands, patting the bed in front of her and looking entirely too amused when he scrambles into position. She straddles his lap, teasingly brushing the still dripping warmth of her pussy against the head of his cock. 

“Please, petal, please let me-” he cuts himself off with a groan, looking up at her with imploring eyes. He’s so hard and so close his temples are throbbing and his hands ache from being clenched into fists. 

The second she starts to sink onto him, her soaked folds parting until he slips into her warmth, Christian’s hips snap up until he’s buried inside her and hissing out curses between gritted teeth. His hands dig into the flesh around his waist, using the grasp to tug her down as he thrusts deep into her wet heat. “You feel- so fucking good,” Christian grunts, pumping his hips hard and fast and so deep that Alexis can only hold onto his shoulders. “Gonna- gonna come, fuck, just from this, petal.”

Alexis helps herself to the open expanse of his neck, sucking marks into the skin with a breathless smile as Christian reaches his peak and throws himself over it inside her. “Come for me, cher,” she whispers with teeth grazing the skin just under his ear. Christian whines and buries his face in her chest, panting against the skin above her heart as his hips drill one, two, three more times before his cock pulses hard and he comes. “Good boy, that’s my good boy.” He whimpers, hips jerking in little rocking motions to milk his orgasm as long as he can.

Her fingers comb through his mussed hair, pushing his bangs off his forehead. His hips never quite stop, still pumping lazily to keep himself hard as her pussy gently flutters around him. “Gimme- fuck, just give me a second and I can go again. I’ll fuck you right, princess.” Alexis smiles and presses a kiss to the crown of his head.

“I know, cher,” she says with minute rocks of her hips that make him hiss. “We’re not done until you knot me properly, puppy.” Christian snarls at that, using his grip on her hips to flip her onto her back and drag his cock out of the hot cavern of her pussy. Alexis laughs, even as Christian is hitching her leg up until her ankle dangles over his shoulder. 

“I’ll fucking knot you alright,” Christian warns, hovering his face directly over hers with a smile that is all teeth. “I’ll breed you so goddamn full, petal.” And when Alexis bares her teeth, fangs and all, in reciprocation, he slams into her to make good on it.

[salemontrial]

Six of crows fandom, before you there is a Matthias POV chapter of Crooked Kingdom. Your task is to get through it in its entirety without making a joke about how his chapters are just him calling himself a whore for being in love with Nina or otherwise trivializing his religious trauma and deep rooted issues with purity culture. If you fail 3000000000000000 hammers will fall on you one at a time forever and ever. The hardest challenge of your life starts now,

[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.

[autismmydearwatson]

BTW Jews will always know more about their own scriptures than any "intellectual" antitheist ever will. A Buddhist will always know more about Buddha than any antitheist ever will. A Hindu will always know their own gods better than any antitheist ever will. A Muslim especially will always know more about Islam than any outsider. It's not for outsiders to judge another's religion, culture, or beliefs. You are not superior simply because you're non-religious

[pasdetrois]

on the bachelor and resurrection

Thinking about how the concept of resurrection is touched upon in Daniil’s routes, and how the Marble Nest makes something of a mockery of it, casting him into the role of both resurrectionist and the resurrected. The man with an affinity for the living trapped in a cycle of communing with the dead..

+ the reminders that neither remaining nor returning shall constitute anything akin to a victory for him—just a trick mirror and, if you'll forgive the pun, a dead end

(p.s. the original marble nest line is a bit clearer in this connection, where the word for Sunday can also mean resurrection)

[v-tired-queer]

Sometimes a part of being a Christian who is/has gone through trauma and/or heartbreak is listening to a sad pop song and equating it to Jesus

[dreamytones]

I wanted to come on here and say, thank you to those who are protesting. You are speaking for a bigger collective that do not wish to be harmed in any way and/or simply cannot. The compassion is felt through more people than you realize, it means more than words can describe and you are all honored. Thank you. We are all doing our best and what we can to the best of our ability, even those who are forced silent by threat. They cannot silence us all.

Humanity NEEDS to operate on a humanitarian level, how dare the government put monetary value on life; it is CRUEL and IMHUMANE. It should not be like this. It won't be like this for any longer. I promise.

There is something underlying, and there always has, you are not crazy. It is all enforced. It is on purpose.

Free Palestine. Free Gaza. Free Congo.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Today something inconsequential happened. My instinct was to cry about it in the bathroom, but I said "No! this is a stupid thing you aren't even upset about! Why would you cry over that?" and I was like "you are absolutely right. It's not worth crying over!"

I then proceeded to cry for half an hour about being so emotional.

[ynhart]

Something really funny is when I get comments like "LMAO people who do Jesus fanart unironically exist???????" I mean.... Humans been doing it since 2000 years ago my dude 😅

[nervocat]

I want to present masc so bad but with my parents and family as a whole it's near impossible rn

[grey-tumbles-and-falls-down]

dude, being a distant relative of cain must SUCK like i literally haven't done anything wdym im destined for hell like BRO