#hes blaming adam

[hellishvxbes]

               ˚ʚ 𝓜 ɞ˚ ―  Michael observes disapprovingly at the foul language being thrown around in HEAVEN. 

[clarissaweasley-10]

Warner: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Kishimoto. Kenji: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

[lesbiandarvey]

SUITS -> 3x16 “No Way Out”

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

Adam raised a Cain

BBC Merlin, The Beginning of the End (1x08) /// Cut by Catherine Lacey /// BBC Merlin, To Kill the King (1x12) /// Comfort Me With Apples by Catherynne M. Valente /// BBC Merlin, The Crystal Cave (3x05) /// Someday I'll Love by Ocean Vuong /// BBC Merlin, The Witch's Quickening (2x11) /// Cassandra, Florence and the Machine /// BBC Merlin, The Coming of Arthur: Part 1 (3x12) /// The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde /// BBC Merlin, The Coming of Arthur: Part 2 (3x13) /// Adam Raised a Cain, Bruce Springsteen /// BBC Merlin, The Sword in the Stone: Part 2 (4x13)

[theravencycletweets]

[justmenoworries]

"Oooo Adam has a right to hate Lucifer, Lucifer took Lilith and Eve away from him"

Adam was an abusive asshat to Lilith. Lilith chose to be with the one who actually respected her and didn't demand she be solely his submissive hanger-on.

"From the dust of Earth, [the angels] created Adam and Lilith. Equals as the first of mankind, but despite this, Adam demanded control, and Lilith refused to submit to his will. She fled the Garden."

"Drawn in by her fierce independence, Lucifer found her and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love."

2. Lucifer didn't "take" Eve. He offered her the forbidden fruit and she accepted.

"Together, [Lilith and Lucifer] wished to share the magic of free will with humanity, offering the Fruit of Knowledge to Adam's new bride, Eve, who gladly accepted."

We don't know what happened after aside from the fact that apparently because Eve took the fruit "evil" was let in to the world the angels created. Since humanity still, y'know, exists, we can gather that Eve stayed with Adam and they had kids like in the original myth.

3. It really says a lot that this wording denies Eve and Lilith any actual agency in what happened in favor of pushing all the blame and responsibility on Lucifer and making Adam out to be a poor uwu misunderstood baby. The misogyny is strong in this one.

[patokascribbles]

i am cringe but i am free

i just think he’s neat 😔🫶

[a-is-for-arson]

nobody understands my vision 😭

[thret-rhett]

Adam, Eve, and Lilith. they’re my ocs now more lore in tags

[adashulaz]

Keith hating Shiro and Curtis being together because he thinks that Curtis is trying to take Adam's place. It causes a strain in Keiths and Shiros relationship because Keith will start fights with Curtis in hopes of causing him to leave. To Keith, it's necessary because he doesn't want Adam to be forgotten.

So Keith tends to avoid going anywhere with the others if Curtis will be there. He doesn't like fighting, he doesn't like the way the others look at him with such pity. So he just decides to decline if he knows Curtis is there. If Curtis ends up there while he's there then he'll just leave. This routine continues on until Shiro or one of the other Paladins manages to convince him to go to Shiros house.

Keith doesn't want to go but Shiro wants him there due to it being Adam's birthday. Keith went, expecting to have to avoid Curtis so he won't fight with the man on Adam's birthday. It goes completely off track when Keith sees it. It wasn't something that was there before. Keith's knows that it's new, not that new but still new. It made him want to break down in tears.

It was, at least Keith was assuming it is, an alter for Adam. It had a photo of Adam in the middle, a photo that Keith was familiar with. Adam wasn't smiling in the photo but he wasn't upset, he was simply trying to read a book but he looked up when he noticed Shiro taking the photo. Around the photo were candles and flowers, ones that Keith remembered Adam getting every single time they went shopping. The flowers were new, fresh while the candles were a bit older. There was some wax missing and Keith only held back his tears when the lingering smell finally hit him.

Adam wasn't forgotten. Curtis wasn't taking Adam's place. If anything, Curtis was helping keep the memory of Adam alive. Keith couldn't take his eyes off of the alter. Even after Shiro put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it to say that it's going to be ok. Keith only looked away when he heard something fall in the kitchen. The kitchen made him want to cry even more.

Curtis was there, making two different cakes. One of them were meant for Adam, he could tell by the frosting. Curtis wasn't trying to replace Adam. Curtis wasn't trying to erase Adam from the family Keith clung onto. Curtis was only joining it. Adam was important to Curtis just like he was important to Keith and Shiro.

That fact caused the tears to spill. Adam wasn't going to be forgotten, he wasn't going to be replaced. Shiro wouldn't be with Curtis if that was true.

[nightmare-foundation]

I very much appreciate the love you have for Ozpin🙏 you GET it.

THANK YOU absolutely no one understands him like I do. I may not be perfect at analyzing/reading plot but I DO get characters. Everyone else is wrong about him

[sasukeless]

back to complaining about translations but i just again came across an old post that basically was analyzing sasuke calling naruto his one and only and saying it was him being sarcastic/not truthful because he was throwing naruto’s previous words at him in this panel

and im just… this panel is wrong. the speech bubble and naruto’s thoughts are flipped. naruto did not call sasuke his one and only here, he was remembering sasuke calling Him his closest friend.

anyway it’s a tricky panel because it’s in many pages when you read the manga. like i’m not free of sin because i remember i have posted too when i couldn’t find one with the correct placement. (also i feel like naruto saying there’s no way he’d able to leave sasuke alone holds more meaning than i can’t let that happen but whatever Whatever details) but anyway this is also an scene you can watch the anime clip and see what is naruto saying. but my point is that One simple misplacement in the translation can literally lead to people misinterpreting something completely different and in this case denying sasuke’s feelings and characterization. and it’s just well. sad

[moondivine22]

Eve is yet to appear yet, I’m so protective of her. It isn’t helped that some of hazbin fans are terrible to her.

Lilith fans: think Eve switched places with her to protect Lilith.

Adam x Lute shippers: slutshame Eve for cheating on poor Adam. Good thing Lute was the “faithful” one. 🤦‍♀️

I low key want either Eve to have a minor role or help Charlie at the hotel. Please Hazbin don’t let me down on her portrayal.

[misterbaritone]

Damn I can’t believe Todd folded that hard for Wallace Wells.

[zmediaoutlet]

Well, Sam wasn’t wrong. The panic room wasn’t any kind of paradise to be locked in, no matter how much the occupant needed it. Cot’s a piece of crap, too. Dean knows Bobby doesn’t go for the softer things, much, but man. Given that being shut in here had a pretty decent chance of turning into your last night on earth, he could’ve at least sprung for a mattress pad. A decent blanket. Something.

Dean sits on the edge of the bed. He turns his wrist against the handcuff and looks at the underside, the blue veins. Knows he could pick it if he had any damn thing left on him to pick it, but Sam didn’t leave him much but his boots. Knows he could pull, and bleed, and dislocate or even break his thumb and force his way out that way, but Sam’s locked him pretty tight and he’s not positive he could drag his way out, and if he screwed it up then he’d just be in a bunch of pain, and Castiel’s probably too mad at him to heal it. He could just bleed out. He turns his wrist in the cuff again, grips the edge of the mattress with both hands. Easy to imagine. The blood sluicing down—and it’d take a while, unless he hurried it along somehow—snapping a spring off the bed and making the wounds jagged and wide and red—making the world slow and slide and shut down, hopefully permanently, so he wouldn’t have to bear it anymore. So Bobby and Cas and everyone who ever relied on him wouldn’t have to bear it, anymore. Except of course it wouldn’t be a solution because he can’t. Everything he was ever taught flooded up against that last lead door and stopped. More’s the pity.

The panic room door opens, creaking. He keeps looking at the floor.

“You want some water, or something?” Sam says.

Dean smiles at the iron between his boots. “I’m good.”

Drag of metal on metal—Sam pulls the desk chair over, sits a yard away from Dean. Not far enough away that Dean couldn’t grab him, if he made the lunge. If he wanted to. He doesn’t know why Sam isn’t worried about it.

“What’s in the box?” Sam says. Dean smiles at the floor. “Don’t make a Brad Pitt joke. The box you had, in the motel in Cicero. I put it in the trunk before I drove the car back up here.”

Dean looks up. Sam’s watching him. Small frown but he’s not mad. He doesn’t even seem disappointed, even if Dean’s been—everything he’s been.

“What I had,” he says. His voice is rough and he clears his throat. “Just… stuff. I thought maybe you’d…” He shakes his head. “Feels stupid. Talking about, you know, crap maybe you’d remember me by, except here I am. Just stuff. Dad’s jacket, my gun, my keys. Wrote a letter.”

Sam raises his eyebrows. “A letter.”

Dean shrugs. “Doesn’t matter, now.”

Sam looks like he’s not sure about that. Dean wishes he hadn’t mentioned it. Imagines Sam ripping off the duct tape and reading the stupid crap he’d written down and thinking that it was all Dean had wanted to say. Felt too messed up to leave without even a note but he couldn’t—formulate it, not out loud and not in writing either, turned out, especially if Bobby or someone else might see it too. How much he loved Sam and resented him and needed him and how this hole in the center of his gut that had started who knows how long ago had just gotten bigger, and bigger, and he’d worried that what he felt for Sam would fall into it and get lost but it didn’t seem to work that way, somehow. The hole got bigger and what him-and-Sam meant got bigger, too, and stranger and stronger and more unwieldy, until there were days that Dean thought he’d suffocate under it, or drown maybe, or that he’d lose his mind with worry, or that he’d—start to hate Sam, maybe, for making him this terrified. For being this thing he couldn’t stand the idea of losing and yet that had been lost to him over and over. Until the hole felt like it took up all of him, just this absence held vastly empty under the barrier of his skin, and what him-and-Sam meant was going to destroy the whole planet, and it felt more right to just—simplify the equation. Subtract the thing by half and maybe there’d actually be something left, afterward. Even if Dean weren’t around to see it then at least there’d be something.

“I wish I could make you believe it,” Sam says. Dean refocuses. The spinning shadow of the fan above cuts random light over Sam’s face. His mouth tucked up on one side, sorry. “I don’t know how. There’s not any—evidence I can show, or logic. It’s not a case. It’s just something I know and I can’t make you understand.”

“Guess I shouldn’t have dropped out,” Dean says, and Sam smiles in this weird flat way that doesn’t look like smiling at all, and Dean can’t make him understand, either, how sorry he is, and how little it matters that he’s sorry. That he has to say yes to Michael because there is no other way he can think of in the world to save as many people as they can but also to save Sam, from Michael and from Lucifer and from himself, most of all, and to save Dean from having to see that, too. He’s thought about how it’ll go. When they got to talk to Jimmy Novak he explained that being possessed by an angel was like being chained to a comet: terrifying, absolute, a blaze of blinding light, and Dean thinks—hopes—that that’s true, that with an archangel it’ll be worse, that he can close his eyes and sink into it and there’ll be pain, he’s sure, but he’s been through hell and pain’s nothing he worries about, if he won’t have to see his brother fall.

“I’m kinda jealous Cas got to beat you up,” Sam says. Dean snorts. Then Sam leans forward, quick, takes Dean’s face in both hands. Dean stiffens but Sam doesn’t—hit him, or choke him, or kiss him. All equal possibilities considering the day. Sam only looks him in the eyes, with this expression like—he’s five years old and wishing for answers Dean can’t give. Dean reaches up with his uncuffed hand and grips Sam’s wrist. His pulse fast under Dean’s thumb. Sam takes a deep, shuddery breath in, closes his eyes tight. When he opens them they’re damp but he doesn’t look five anymore. “We’re going to save Adam and you’re not going to say yes. I don’t care if you don’t believe it. I know.”

This year’s been too terrible for the empty pit in Dean to feel any smaller. “Okay, Sam,” he says, because it’ll get him out of this room. Sam nods and stands up and goes for the keys. Dean watches him, tall and broad and beautiful, and wishes he had faith.

[starleska]

2024 has been an absolute rollercoaster of character fixations so far 🙈 time to add to the collection:

1) uwu-speaking nightmare fuel Eldritch monstrosity 2) horny Beetlejuice dudebro-jock Jerma