#gods as parents

[halloweeneva]

You die. You’re a child and you die and your God walks away when you ask him why.  You’re fourteen and scared. You’re dead and no one saved you.  This wasn’t supposed to happen to you. Your God promised to protect you. He promised. He didn’t. You get to come back and it is in spite of him. The rules are broken and maybe so are you. You don’t know what to do when all of your faith has been misplaced and the one person who was always always supposed to protect you didn’t. You are a creature of faith and you don’t know how to trust anymore. You fight and you bleed and you’re not alone but you can’t go home.  

The only people who care enough about you to try and save you are also children. You’re all children and you’re dying. The only thing you can do is try. You do. You drag yourself up. Kicking and screaming and clinging by your fingertips. You are broken and bloody and bruised but you are alive and you save yourself. 

You try to start over. You invent a new god. Try to brandish it like a shield but some part of you is still fourteen and small and dead on a cafeteria floor.  Your parents don’t want you anymore. You loved them. You love them. You don’t know how to talk to them. They loved the version of you that died surrounded by strangers. Some part of you is sorry that you didn’t die. That you changed instead.  Maybe you came back wrong. 

You don’t know if your parents would care if you died again. 

You die again. 

You tried so hard and it isn’t fair. You spoke to the universe and it spoke back and it still isn’t enough. You don’t know how to trust anyone to protect you. Every time you try you see your own broken body on the floor.

The place inside you that is supposed to hold your faith has cracked and broken and the sting of betrayal still smarts when you try to touch it.

You die and find God broken and dead and sobbing on the floor. She looks just like you. She is a little too much like you. You reach out to her and she is angry and betrayed and so so familiar. She kills you. You are sixteen and dead. She can’t save you. Maybe you can save her. You come back. Kicking and screaming and crying you drag both of you back to life.

It’s hard. She doesn’t know how to be a god. You don’t know how to be a cleric. You’re both trying. You have to hope it will be enough. You look at her and see yourself and sometimes you can’t fucking stand it. You love her. You need her. She is so fragile you’re fourteen sixteen and can barely hold yourself together let alone somebody else. You don’t have a choice. You need each other. It has to be enough. 

She dies and it’s your fault.

[strawberry-carpcake]

This panel kills me every time

[cesiscribbles]

Some fluff~

[rika-mortis]

I think it would be funny if their reunion basically went like this

[fairycosmos]

it's crazy arguing with your parents as a fully grown adult because it's like i can't talk about childhood without sounding like a bitter insane asshole but those experiences literally shaped the person i am and i don't understand why they just get to dismiss it all and make me look cruel for being maladjusted when they played a massive part in making me this way

[onionninjasstuff]

carrying each other :з

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Something Old, Something New.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[lilislegacy]

just some random COTG quotes of percabeth being percabeth

they are SUCH a married couple

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x03 - “Finally Got The Name Right”

[lucabyte]

monologue

[annabelle--cane]

I love that the first picture we're given of gideon's mother is of a woman befallen by space tragedy at the worst moment, plummeting to the closest planet as a last hope for survival, sacrificing her life to save her newborn daughter in the ultimate act of love, and when her soul is summoned back all she can do is scream her child's name over and over. so you think "wow, even though gideon was treated so horribly, she can carry with her this knowledge that once upon a time she was loved very much by a woman who would do anything for her." and then we actually meet wake.

[otiksimr]

Some Yveltal sketches (curated from my main blog, there's some lore in the tags if you're interested.)

[dionysian-mystery]

How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?

Visions of Excess by Georges Bataille / An Oresteia by Anne Carson / Art by Scott Donaldson (@/underwaterlad on ig) / Art by Anthony Cudahy / YOUR FATHER MY FATHER by Mal Fawzy / Quote from Ash by Tracy K. Smith / Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk / Dearth by Deborah Stevenson / Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

[catgirljaneway]

I deeply dislike the voyager fandom trope where Kathryn is everyone's mom and Chakotay is the dad. (I love found family, I hate "nuclearized" found family) That woman is NOT everyone's mother. She is however Harry's mother. Which is even funnier because from what we know, Harry seems to have a perfectly healthy and good relationship with his actual mom. He did NOT need to be adopted by an insane middle-aged woman but BOOM now he's got mommy issues and it's literally his boss.

[rika-mortis]

Bonus:

[sarcastic-clapping]

claudia BEYOND justifiably hating lestat and louis and dying hating them because they didn’t see her as a person with her own agency and treated her like a child at best and a toy at worst and both are ultimately to blame for her suffering BUT louis and lestat both genuinely loving her (in their own fucked up and deeply inadequate ways) and seeing her as their daughter and being irreparably traumatized by her death and their culpability in her suffering and the knowledge that she died hating them and it’s their fault and they can never make it right ever