#divulge;

[mroddmod]

bounty hunters, amiright?

[mechanoize]

i hate summer so bad

[sciderman]

the mcrib is back

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I've been doing a lot of reflection as of late, especially after this past class.

This past class was about the Torah and Tanakh in general, and the way the rabbi talked about the commandments (specifically the ten commandments) has made me really reflect on how I interpret them, specifically the fifth commandment, or honoring your mother and father.

This is a commandment I have wrestled with for a long time - in fact, it brought me away from g-d at multiple times. I was severely abused when I was incredibly young by my mother, and I used to feel insulted at the implication that I were to honor her while she got to live a better life. It was hypocritical, in my eyes.

But this rabbi surmised that this particular commandment was because parenthood is an act of creation, something that is like the g-d from which we come from. My realization is this: I don't think we're necessarily meant to take even these commandments literally.

I this particular commandment is more of a call to honor creation - creation is a gift, and like any gift, many people simply will not like it and will discard it. The person who abused me created me, but she did not honor creation. She didn't honor me, but I can still honor it.

I have started to honor creation much more. I'm too young, too unstable, not mature enough to be a father (though I fantasize about it), but I create all the time. I create relationships, I create with my hands through crochet. I create memories, I create my world. And I can honor who I am and where I came from that made me who I am. I've been learning one of the mother tongues of my family (Italian, since part of my family originates there) and it was judaism that inspired me to do this.

I don't think g-d wants me to honor my abuser. I think He wants me to remember the Holy action of creation. When I am a father, that act of creation will be Holy, and indeed, I am already joyful about the thought.

I have seen many people struggle with this particular commandment, but I think this perspective helps me personally. I don't think I ever have to forgive my abusers (plural), and I don't think I am commanded to simply because they happened to be family. I am commanded to recognize the holy, to elevate the mundane. In doing so, I will remember g-d. Through creation, I honor g-d and everything he has done for us, for me, and for our collective people.

[linktoo-doodles]

dig me up, let me go

[shxyerahol]

think about a slight canon divergent in 7x06 everyone is still at the bachelor party waiting for chim to get there when tommy gets the text that he has to go to work due to being on call and everyone witnesses the pouty-buck-puppy-eyed-tommy-eyes-face-smushed-back-rubbing-hug and just go

while eddie is just chugging his fourth vodka orange juice slouched in the chair bored

[irafook]

You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you

[atlasthemayor]

Omgcp fans, if I may have your attention for a moment?

I've got something very important to share here with y'all:

Him ❤️

Thank you, carry on 😊

[i-spilled-my-soup]

could you draw nico babysitting kid will.......... the stoll twins cast smth on him idk but i think it would be funny to see nico dealing with a very (surprisingly) shy kid will who latches onto him

no maturity means no filter

[dottyistired]

fiddleford mcgucket and things that go bump in the night

i understand why people like to explore scenarios in art/fic where fiddleford is aware of bill and has face-offs with him while he's in ford's body, or he works with stanley to try and get ford back post-portal incident, but to me personally? nothing beats the canon scenario where he is left entirely in the dark. because it's so horrifying.

you know the principle of horror that the monster is much scarier when it stays in the shadows than when it's revealed, usually towards the end of a story, because until then, it's left to the depths of your imagination to fill in the blanks? fiddleford chooses to not investigate those shadows, and even further enshrouds what he fears in darkness, because he's too scared of what he might uncover. he's the child who refuses to check for the monster under the bed and instead stays awake all night under the covers frozen in terror. that's the appeal of his character to me.

canonically, he doesn't know bill or stan exist. because ford refused to even trust his best friend with the knowledge of his muse, or anything about his past, even the fact that he has a twin. he actively hides childhood photos of him and stan from fiddleford. presumably, in college he kept all their conversations strictly to their interests and passions.

can you blame fiddleford for becoming infatuated with the guy? a talented, bright, yet mysterious individual. he probably longed to slowly break down those walls and gain his trust, learn more about this man who has made an effort to be unknowable. happily offered up stories of his own life back in tennessee, his family and aspirations, and prayed one day ford would do a little of the same. but he respected him too much to pry.

and then, when they reunite, he slowly notices his dear friend acts a little Off sometimes. unnatural. but how well does he really know him anyway? surely he speculates about the life ford is hiding from him, people he may be talking to, mental afflictions he may have, but he can't pin down anything due to how left in the dark he is, and his own fear of asking too many questions and overstepping boundaries. so he can only suspect. ultimately all he knows is there is some sort of evil afoot, and the machine him and ford are building will bring it about. all he has to go off of is his calculations and a vague dread.

until he starts making the choice to forget, which may be a little easier since there's already so much he knows he doesn't know. what's the harm in losing a bit more, especially stuff that is causing him pain?

and so he starts to lose his mind in turn, and he can feel it as it's happening. he knows he can't trust his deteriorating memories. but he can't stop because of the mechanisms of addiction.

and maybe one day, before everything is entirely gone, he's made aware that stanford pines, his ex-friend, has converted his lab into a tourist attraction. not one fiddleford can afford to attend with his increasing reliance on dumpster diving and beggaring to get by, mind you. but perhaps he gets a glance at the proprietor, this man claiming to be stanford pines, and feels that old sense of wrongness in his gut.

he's pretty sure that's ford's face, but something's off about it. and his hands. something's wrong with his hands. didn't ford have something with his hands? fiddleford didn't notice it at first in college until ford pointed it out because he's mighty insecure about it, but he's forgotten what it was. but honestly, how much of his own fragmented memories can he even trust?

he feels a shiver down his spine. perhaps it's best to forget about stanford pines altogether.

[mynqzo]

Why do you like vampires specifically, what do you like of them?

the sucking and fucking

[hoofpeet]

Every new detail uncovered about my landlord so far has been fucking INSANEE at this point i legit, unironically want to make a Down the rabbithole-esque complete documentary video about this guy

[mechanoize]

i am being held captive by my own brain it's telling me I need to doodle them NOW and CONSTANTLY

[metalomagnetic]

(sorry to fill your inbox with nonsense)

does anyone else have some crack plot wishes for It Runs? Mine is that Voldemort gets resurrected and goes upstairs in Grimmauld, Walburga sees him and immediately fires the killing spell, and his unstable soul fractures again and the bit goes on and attaches itself to the closest living being it finds: Kreacher. Hilarity ensues.

in all seriousness, I want to point out how I love the almost inside-jokey parallels that you manage to weave through the chapters and the derived fic e.g. Sirius inwardly making fun of Lily for thinking magic is what does Hogwarts’ laundry but having the same thought process for the radio and the chores at Voldemort’s house. Having that continuity reaffirmed gives so much depth and dimension to the story and makes it feel so alive.

Oh, my god, you have no idea how close you got to an abandoned plot! At some point, even if it was not in a crack way, and it would have made sense, Voldemort possessed Kreacher for about 5 minutes!

It's discarded, but seeing your first paragraph made me finch in surprise and also laugh so much, because in your scenario Kreacher would be a Horcrux and that would have been the funniest thing ever.

Ah, so happy you caught on to the dissonance going on in the head of a blood purist, even one as mild as Sirius, who truly isn't hateful and is generally accepting of non-pureblood! I just wanted to show, here and there, how this sense of superiority purebloods have is never based on logic, so it always falls so easily apart if anyone would look at it too closely.

[uncanny-tranny]

It's kind of comforting to have part of your queerness kept inside by choice. Being closeted by force isn't comforting, but I think there can be a sense of peace when you choose not to talk about part of your queerness. It feels like I am able to honour myself on my own, and I'm able to be happy with myself and not include anybody else in that.

[columboscreens]