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exoflash · 2 years ago
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I'm not going to reblog it right now as I don't want to accidentally trigger anyone, but a friend of mine reblogged a post about how Evangelical Christianity (i am specifying evangelicals- there's a lot of denominations and i'm sure plenty are chill. But this post is about Evangelicals specifically.) is like a death cult + we need more sympathy for survivors and... yeah. I'll put this under a readmore to not clog anyone's feed.
One thing I feel we don't talk about enough is growing UP like that.
I grew up believing the apocalypse would happen before I hit 18. I didn't think I'd be able to live a full life like my parents and grandparents before me. I would bring this up and people would tell me this was a good thing- that I wouldn't have to live the remainder of my life in such a "broken" world. Seeing the beauty in everything was practically trained out of me by the church.
I remember first getting into Doctor Who when I was about 12. My Grandpa (who is an agnostic, I feel is worth noting,) really loves sci-fi. He asked if I wanted to watch a new show with him, and I agreed. And as you can tell, I love it to this day.
Using media as escapism really became prevalent in my early teens. I remember being 14 and when friends or family would start talking about how "all Christians are gonna get microchipped or executed for not worshipping the antichrist! The world will be like 1984! It'll end in nuclear war!" I would imagine the Doctor taking me into the future- showing me that i was going to be okay, everything was going to be okay. The sun still shines and the world still spins. No demon vs angel warfare here.
I remember being 16-17 and not caring about graduation, not even caring if something awful happened to me, because the world was ending, right? Better a car crash than decapitated for being a "Christian". I say that in parentheses for a reason, because people who use this horrible image to manipulate others are NOT like Christ.
I remember when covid hit. I had largely detangled myself from all that. I thought it was over. The pandemic brought so much trauma crashing back down upon me. The emotions of "what if they were right? What if you really WERE led astray...? What if the devil did this to you?"
The worst of the pandemic finally passed. Everything was safe.
To this day, I still get those emotions again whenever i see some news article or hear about some kind of war. Frankly, i don't know if they'll ever go away. But what i've learned- it doesn't matter, what happens to me. I don't say that in a pessimistic sense like i once did. I've learned that regardless of anything that happens- i can live for myself and my loved ones. I can make even the slightest difference. If i can make just one person smile- in my ENTIRE life- it would be incredibly worth it.
Maybe I'll write a poem about all this. I dunno. This is all just late night ramblings and spilled ink. Have a good night.
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aerishines · 7 months ago
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Giselle | Armageddon, 240531.
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i genuinely love seeing the direction kpop is going, namely the emergence of more weirdcore, grungy concepts, like for example even tho ive's accendio doesn't really fit a darker theme it still adheres to the trend of paranormal elements a lot of groups have been inspired by and in light of the rejuvenation y2k gave kpop i love to see them expanding the landscape like this :D
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aziraphales-library · 2 months ago
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Hello! I love your blog so much! Do you happen to have fics where aziraphale is suicidal/self-sicrificing himself? Thanks!
Hi. We have #self-sacrifice and #tw suicide tags, so check those out. Here are fics which include Aziraphale having suicidal thoughts. Mind the tags on all of these, folks!...
Porcelain Hands by Kyndoor (M)
Aziraphale falls into self dispair after a city collapses under his care. Over the years, he finds himself unable to stop his self-hatred.
On the Rooftops of London by Little_things_in_life (M)
Aziraphale’s thoughts become too much. Will Crowley be able to stop him in time?
Desolate by EdosianOrchids901 (T)
On assignment in an isolated area, Aziraphale suffers from loneliness. The longer he remains alone, the more his mental health deteriorates until he has a complete breakdown. Will anyone ever come looking for him?
The wounds of the innocent by Achillesinagaypanic (T)
After the non-armaggedon happened, Crowley and Aziraphale decide to move to a nice cottage in the middle of nowhere, looking for tranquility. They have found their little haven, but Aziraphale is bothered by thoughts about his past and the life he lived.
Fallen (But Not FALLEN Fallen) by wolverinedoctorwho (T)
A few weeks after the Nopacalypse, Aziraphale cracks under the pressure of Heaven, and finds the slippery slope to recovery is steeper than he could have imagined.
flightless by viperinz (T)
Crowley finds Aziraphale injured and without his wings long after he stops the Second Coming all on his own. He just didn't expect their reunion to be so morose, and so final.
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cataclyisms · 4 months ago
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SEUNGHAN —
“soojung,” there are years between them and twice the amount of hurt, so suppose it is only right that he breathes her name like a prayer. like something worth hurting for. “are you okay?” seunghan steps cautiously forward, hand reaching for her. “if you want to leave, i’ll take you home.” hear the final plea. please.
At times she thinks she is a glutton for punishment. At times she thinks that she thinks too much. These are not mutually exclusive; in fact, they are often partners in her crime. See here: that feeling, the one she gets when he reaches out for her, palm to the ceiling, gentle like a lion before the leap. All soft face and eyes, all comfort and a home she’s never felt before. As if he isn’t her undoing, a learned lesson in self-annihilation. Reaching out to touch him would be like sinking a knife between her ribcage, and she knows this.
A part of her would do it anyway. This she knows, too.
Don’t —
The word catches in her throat. Or she bites it back, teeth catching the inside of her bottom lip, gnawing. She’s thought about this moment sometimes, in the hours between sleep and the morning. Would she yell? Would she be angry? Would she be empty?
(Answer: none of the above.)
Really, she’d known it’d be this way, if only because they’d always been this way. A one-sided affair; a lover and an executioner. Here she is, hands full, raw feeling pooling on the floor; and there he stands, closed to receive. They’d never fit from the beginning. She was only the last to know.
But still, his hand. The way he says her name.
She blinks, two, three. Be calm, beating heart. Honestly, he may think that he knows her, but it’s been years — she’s made sure of that. He doesn’t get to pretend that this time’s the same. Doesn’t get to pretend that this time she’s the same. She owes herself that much. So even when her eyes shine and her knuckles are white she looks extremely bravely at his chin as she says, “You didn’t have to follow me. I don’t need this — this whatever this is.”
Her arms wrap around herself. Protective cocoon. The drumming in her chest reaches her ears. “You don’t have to pretend you care, you know.” Timidly, she steps a wide berth around him, just to ensure that she doesn’t smell his fucking cologne — he probably still wears her favorite one, the jerk. “I thought we were both past pretending.” Him, that he ever gave a damn. Her, that he would be different.
A small miscalculation: she looks into his eyes. Her courage falters and her hands go slack. She almost says she’s sorry, even though she doesn’t really know why.
Then she thinks about how the back of his head had looked like when he left her behind and steps out of the room.
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janus-cadet · 2 years ago
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No, I will not provide any explanation. Those who know, know. But I'm too proud of that drawing not to post it.
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But hey if anyone manage to make sens of it, like, I swear, I'm drawing whatever you want.
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12tribesoflesbians · 6 years ago
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Here's the full version of my banner and probably future icon, feel free to use, like & reblog if u like it
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aerishines · 7 months ago
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Giselle | Armageddon, 2024.
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aerishines · 7 months ago
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Giselle | Armageddon, 240601.
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aerishines · 7 months ago
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Aespa | Armageddon mv teaser
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aerishines · 7 months ago
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aespa 에스파 'Armageddon' Unknown
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