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taruolentow · 9 months ago
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when she dies, you will follow her. this was never going to end well: you know this already.
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pinkfey · 25 days ago
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i saw a video where a woman’s husband said hello to her best friend (they touched cheeks with a short mwah) and so many people felt that this would be a personal boundary violation for them, so i’m curious what the consensus is!!
keeping it simple, no nuance + if u think ur ethnicity or culture has to do w your answer i would love to know!! 🫂😚💕💕
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foxx-queen · 1 year ago
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thinking about the way shadowheart, lae'zel and minthara deal with breaking away from a god/god-like figure they've dedicated their lives to. shadowheart immediately latches onto rescuing her parents as her new 'mission'. lae'zel immediately dedicates herself to freeing orpheus with the vigor she served vlaakith. minthara fixates on obtaining the power to make sure she's never controlled again.
its like. breaking away from gods/god-like figures leaves a void to fill. they're trying to fill it, and trying to choose what they fill it with. and they know that's what they're doing, in some ways, maybe to avoid the enormity of what it means to have broken away. maybe to avoid working out what they'll do as individuals. shadowheart doesnt know her parents, and they dont know her anymore, but she has to save them. you can ask lae'zel why she won't focus on herself, and she acknowledges there's no time for that. not yet. minthara wants you to use the power of the brain, but has dialogue/approval when you speak to ravenguard and she realizes hes still in there beneath the tadpoles influence, just like she was.
'my deference to him is a habit that will die hard, i fear'. minthara still calls the elder brain the absolute, even after she knows the truth. lae'zel still calls out to vlaakith in battle. shadowheart still wears the symbol of shar in her hair after dyeing it. indoctrination/ingrained beliefs are hard to break.
they've broken away from what was controlling their lives. they're free. they've lost everything. shadowheart can save her parents and but will always have that mark. lae'zel has been declared a traitor and will be hunted until vlaakith is overthrown. minthara can never go home, and would be executed if she tried.
they've broken away. they've lost everything. they're struggling with what that means. they're free. they wouldn't have it any other way.
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eurydia · 8 months ago
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DA:I x BG3 Tarot (2/-) The Hierophant - Zevlor [commission info]
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chelledoggo · 3 months ago
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God i love my headcanons of Ragatha being a Christian/new-age hybrid sapphic womanchild
i love thinking about her being sweet and cute and kind in every way and also being a super-calming influence and loving her jester GF and also needing said jester GF to lift her spirits when necessary
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deva-arts · 2 months ago
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zomg... the girls! Sketched out! And a few characters I never showed designs for! haha! I keep thinking about the beach, so this is their swimwear.
I hope to make a full fledged drawing for all of them soon~ then the guys~~
Some newbies are: Aura (blue!) Katya (Gold!) and more of Verra (Green!) We'll eventually see more about them as I draw more things and doodles.
#Because I realized I never drew the girls as much as I did the guys#I used to exclusively draw women until I figured out how to draw men... I then awoke drawing nudethaniel and speedo vincent#so we're reeling it back a little#Ryoko Kui said she draws her oc's outfits in modern times to see how the different characters would dress. I thought about it- it definitel#says a lot about your character!#Monica is REALLY tall. And muscular! with a strong ability! no wonder she's taken down armies! She doesn't care to swim much but will use#a rashguard to swim in.#Sera is copying her style a bit but thankfully owns an actual wetsuit. Feels like home considering how her aerodynamic armor is designed#Sonia is sonia. She seductively asks Vincent to help her put sunscreen on... Only to be met with an albinoid man's journey to sun poisoning#He eventually gets greased in sunscreen and aloe vera after what feels like hours of nagging him. (it was forty five minutes.) Sorry Sonia.#Some things cannot be changed. When he did eventually look at her body he laughed at her ass being out rather than think anything naughty.#Not girl Summer. Vincent did end up helping her with the sunscreen though. “Lmao you can't do this yourself or something?” ruined the magic#Karin tailored her swimwear. She bedazzles her arms with accessories <3 Her nail polish can detect drugs <3 & cyanide caps in her earring <#Poor Katya is a supermodel but is way too thin... Strohl doesn't say it.. But he's worried. She makes way too much money to want to quit.#Verra is in rabbit mode because her summon LOVES to swim and hey who is she to halt its fun?#Aura is pretty modest and prefers to meditate in the water or by the shore away from all of the roughhousing. Nate and Strohl join at time#They kind of freak out when she starts floating though. Or invoking the elementals of the seas. The guys are both areligious. Awkward.#Especially when the waves start to get a little rowdy minutes later. Strohl is torn between considering religion and asking for a tutorial.
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gourmet-trash · 1 year ago
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when my Real World Responsibilities chill the fuck out i would actually really like to write some of this properly, but i am just. i can't remember what blog it was on but someone talking about astarion NOT ascending but when gale DOES and i am.
hear me out, okay. fuck the actual canon of when that happens and that it's more realistic, even inevitable, that godhood would Fuck A Person Up, Actually. instead, imagine if you would, after getting (somewhat) over feeling understandably betrayed pissed about the whole situation, astarion would still not be super thrilled off the bat to be wrapped up in another person where he's so far on the lower scale in a power differential. that's not cool at all! but how do you find balance in a relationship when your boyfriend decides to go and become a fucking god???
you don't, of course, not really. even making him your chosen isn't going to fix that. BUT. you can maybe tip the scales by giving that boyfriend free reign over, oh i don't know...the actual religion you're about to inspire? religions have symbolism! color associations! hierarchies and titles! they have stupid little phrases for their followers to say to each other and ridiculous rituals and prayers to steep themselves in. their gods have dramatic monikers and their followers have asinine rules. it's complicated pageantry, but that's the kind of allure that draws people in and convinces them to donate, to devote.
and rather than let time run its natural course, let those things unravel organically as people find, interact with, come to know a new god....well why the hell should a bunch of nobodies be allowed to decide all that when astarion knows gale better than any of them anyway?
sure that means you end up with a religion where the running gag expected behavior is to wear your finest shoes to worship and to donate them at altars, and yes you end up with people earnestly saying shit to each other like "may you always find a helping hand through the stone" because...well what did you expect giving your petty ass boyfriend the freedom to decide your religion's devotions and practices after pissing him off? but you also get tenets like holding felines in the highest regard, beautiful temples that collect offerings of, yes, gold and shoes, but also books and items with fascinating enchantments and meals you've mentioned in passing.
and your chosen, your head of church, is perfectly suited and even more perfectly eager to see to it that your name, your practices, are not used to justify...certain unseemly ambitions. because you - neither of you, really - would be well suited to a passive, turn the other cheek religion. and your teachings would not miss a chance to remind your followers that your godhood rose out of the ashes of the Dead Three's Chosen. and, well. sometimes your boyfriend wants to turn something inside out, and who are you to deny him that??
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sky-is-the-limit · 5 months ago
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I just opened tumblr after reading the nastiest, hottest, most toe curling gay *destiel* smut on ao3 and this is the first ad I see:
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gods-favorite-autistic · 7 months ago
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Which bad kid is your favorite and which one do you think you’re most like?
Favorite is 100% Riz, his sleeping habits and overachevierness are so me, but most like me is probably Kristen on the whole can’t take things seriously love love lovvvvvving pretty girls and pretty socially awkward front
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not-so-superheroine · 1 month ago
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World Church responds to Conversations about D&C 116
The article from the church really covers the circumstances, but I wrote this article in February 2023, in preparation for World Conference 2023 where there was a (proposed) resolution (G-2) to remove Doctrine and Covenants 116 from the canon. I also spoke to the international Beyond the Walls congregation and did a few presentations in the mormon studies circuit. I even got an email from President Cramm asking me about the resolution, which let me know that the First Presidency had read it too (which had me shook).
D&C 116 is the revelation on Race and the Priesthood brought forth by Prophet-President Joseph Smith III in 1865.
World Church published this in response to the discussions around D&C 116.
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I made the point that D&C 116 did reflect the Enduring Principles and that it was prophetic. The revelation was Inspired by God but also came through a human and, therefore, isn't perfect or inerrant. Also that we should approach the scripture as is stated in Community of Christ's statement on scripture and interpret it responsibly instead of removing it. that scripture shouldn't be "hide it away so no one can see it" because some church members find it shameful now. Removing it also doesn't honor the early Black saints who took on priesthood calls in the Reorganization and who faced discrimination and segregation in the church by white saints using this section irresponsibly.
bonus surprise: World Church is putting the other missing/removed sections back in. no more scriptural memory hole! it means a lot, to me, for the church to recognize that as a mistake. (my current D&C just has the number and is like. "section was moved to the appendix in X year and the appendix was removed in Y year" so you know something was there but would have to research to know what was actually there).
i am quite happy about this. i feel listened to, rather than spoken for like i did reading the initial resolution. and i am excited for the next edition of the Doctrine and Covenants.
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alostchord · 4 months ago
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Antitheists will come online and say shit like "all religions are bad" mf name one thing all religions share in common
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alleiwentcrazy · 2 years ago
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Eddie Munson finds great joy in collecting strays. That’s obvious.
With people, it’s quite pronounced. He treats the word “freak” like an acclaimed royal title, not some low insult. Eddie loves his freaks – he treats them with care, understanding and unmistakable devotion, always offering some sort of safe haven and an outlet for both their sadness and glee. Everyone who knows Eddie knows that.
It’s a bit less pronounced with other creatures. Although Eddie’s adventures with wild, sometimes even feral (or simply interdimensional) animals still present a sore spot for him, he’s never stopped caring about them and trusting them. Eddie has a whole clowder of half-domesticated cats wandering around the fields behind his trailer at all times, because he can’t seem to accept the fact that it’s impossible to efficiently help each and every one of them just like that. Sometimes their constant presence, walls-scratching and low mewling spawns some unwanted pictures and dreams in Eddie’s head, but he will never admit to that.
What’s even less obvious—even to Eddie himself, it seems—is that his relationship with all kinds of strays is, more or less, a two-way street.
Eddie takes after his strays more than he’s aware of. For example, he’s just a little more sarcastic when he’s back from hanging out with Max. He’s a little more excited about basketball when he picks up Lucas after his practice, even though he considers himself a sports’ sworn enemy. He’s a little more tentative and reflective when he gives El some advice about regrowing her hair, because he’s well-versed with how much of a pain in the ass it can be. And so on, and so forth.
It’s the same with his cats. He takes after them a lot.
Usually, it’s Steve who notices it first. He’s also the one who falls victim to Eddie’s cat-like habits.
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The first time it happens, they’re “studying” for Eddie’s exams. He’s been forced to retake his senior year once again, but this time he’s doing everything in his power to get through it unscathed. Usually Nancy plays the role of his tutor, but Steve takes over when she can’t make it. He’s more like moral support than anything else, since Eddie studies best when he has someone to talk to, and Steve isn’t too confident about his academic skills to really tutor him, so he’s just happy to help and listen.
But it’s starting to get late, he had a morning shift and he’s finding it hard to fight off the drowsiness, especially because Eddie’s voice is deep, raspy and warm, and it makes him feel like he’s listening to some type of bedtime story.
“...so that’s why, I think, trig kinda sucks. But I’m getting the hang of it, I guess?”
He barely registers the meaning of the sentence. He’s so comfortable sitting under the blanket on Eddie’s bed everything loses importance. Moving his mouth seems to be an impossible task, so Steve just hums. When he cracks one eye open, Eddie’s looking at him with an unreadable expression.
“I’ll make some coffee,” he says, but Steve doesn’t even see him leave. He slides down and buries his face in the pillows.
He knows when Eddie comes back because the smell of coffee infiltrates his sleepy haze, but doesn’t motivate him enough to get up.
“Budge up,” he hears. Then a hand squeezes his shoulder, so he moves closer to the wall with a whine, squishing his cheek further into the pillow. Something warm settles beside him and he thinks, simply, that it’s really pleasant to be this cozy and comfortable before he drifts off for good.
When he opens his eyes in the morning, he’s welcomed by a very curious sight.
Eddie Munson sleeps like a cat.
He’s lying on his back, long hair only slightly tangled where it’s splayed over the pillow. When sunrays hit his face, he instinctively turns his head in the right direction and Steve almost expects him to make a noise—a noise that would most probably remind him of purring. Eddie’s limbs are spread out all over the bed and his whole body seems to be twisted to the side, but he still takes up a lot less space than anticipated. His left hip is pressed to Steve’s right, but it’s the only point of connection between them.
Steve has seen this sleeping position only once, when he met Robin’s cat, Biscuit. Biscuit supposedly hates Robin, but somehow trusts Steve, because he sleeps with his tummy out when Steve’s around. Just like Eddie.
Steve raises his brow and looks at Eddie’s sunlit face again. He’s peaceful and relaxed, unbothered by the noises coming from outside. When the sun moves again, Eddie moves with it, pressing his bony hip a little closer to Steve’s.
That’s curious indeed. Steve doesn’t want to dwell on how it makes him feel at the moment, so he just looks. It’s quite a sight.
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Weeks pass, Eddie’s peculiar habits get more and more frequent—or maybe after that one night spent at the trailer Steve’s just more focused on taking note of them. His hypothesis that Eddie’s a lot like his animal companions of choice is being confirmed time and time again, mostly when Eddie falls asleep.
After some time, Steve notices that on top of preferring weird sleeping positions, Eddie also makes a habit of seeking other people’s warmth whenever he wants to take a nap. Steve honestly doesn’t think it’s anything personal; Eddie will fall asleep on anyone’s shoulder if they let him, but he seems to have a preference. The preference being Steve.
When Robin tries to comment on that, Steve silences her. Half because he doesn’t want to confront that yet, half because he enjoys it and doesn’t want to spook Eddie away. Sue him if he likes being needed, right?
The only time he kind of regrets letting Eddie cling to him is when they go to the beach with the kids.
It’s not even a real beach, but they’re set on enjoying it as much as they can. Eddie takes his van, Nancy takes the wagon, they pack everyone inside and get the hell out of Hawkins for a full day. The weather is perfect, the grass is green and soft, the lake is nothing like Lover’s Lake at home. If only because there are no horrible memories attached.
Steve’s off babysitting duties when Nancy announces lunch, everyone wolfs down their sandwiches and lounges lazily around the lake in the scorching afternoon sun.
There aren’t many things Steve enjoys more than good sunbathing. At home, he can’t really do that anymore. He can’t stand the pool and the chlorine, he can’t stand the sound of unnatural sloshing of the water. It all makes his head spin and before he knows it, he’s back inside, fully dressed and calling Robin to ease the panic.
It’s different here. He lays down on his fluffy towel and enjoys the sun, listening to Dustin’s happy squeals and Lucas’ joyful giggling.
Until he has to hiss, because glacially cold droplets of water hit his sternum and a shadow obscures the light. When he opens his eyes, Eddie Munson grins at him despite the glare he’s being welcomed with.
“Hiya,” he says, shaking his head like a dog. Steve scowls some more. “Move over, beauty queen.”
“Don’t you have your own towel?” he grumbles, but makes space nonetheless, all while desperately trying not to catch Robin’s eyes at the same time.
Eddie plops down beside him, immediately making himself comfortable in the sparse space Steve has left him. “Yeah, but yours is better. And you wouldn’t starve a man of his rightful summer afternoon nap, would you, Stevie?”
Steve closes his eyes, not letting go of the frown. “Stop yapping or I’ll throw you into the water again.”
“Will you carry me to the shore princess style this time? Because—Hey!” He finally shuts up when Steve elbows him.
When Robin wakes him up again, Eddie’s on his side, so close to Steve he can feel his steady breaths on his shoulder. Eddie’s both arms are thrown over Steve’s chest—because of course, even his side sleeping must be cat-like.
“Wake up, tiger,” she says, barely holding back a smirk. Steve knows this face too well.
“What are you…” Robin points at the sun and then at his chest. Steve’s brain is still a little hazy from his nap, so it takes him a while to understand what she means. When it hits him, his eyes get so big Robin can’t contain herself anymore. She lets out a loud cackle that soon transforms into a full laughing fit. Steve can’t even blame her for it.
Eddie stirs beside him. Slowly, he sits up and yawns. While he’s rubbing his eyes, Steve looks down at his chest in agony. It’s all red and scorched – all, aside from two pale stripes where Eddie’s arms were lying across his skin.
He sighs at it in disbelief while Robin cackles some more.
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Overall, Steve quickly finds out that he really doesn’t mind the fact that Eddie includes him in his every nap when they’re together. In fact, he learns that he enjoys it so much he can’t imagine napping all by himself at this point.
But it’s all okay. And it’s not that unusual, right? They’ve all gotten really close since Vecna—even Nancy and Robin have some kind of secret proximity contract going on between them, it seems. It’s the magic of shared trauma and shared secrets that keeps them together and pulls them closer to each other every day.
At least that’s how Steve explains it to himself. That’s how he explains the comfort and sense of safety he gets every time Eddie’s back is pressed to his chest, when they’re breathing evenly and in sync. That’s how he sees it when he absent-mindedly reaches for Eddie’s hand when they’re falling asleep on the Munsons’ worn-out sofa. That’s how he feels when Eddie’s arms pull him closer.
Deep down, he knows it’s not usual at all. He’s had enough dates and romances to recognize when things cross the line, but he purposefully closes his eyes to that for the time being, letting himself enjoy the comfort and the safety of it all.
He learns the hard way that while both him and Eddie decide to stay oblivious, not everyone else does. And the fact that they never talk about it doesn’t help.
As per usual, when their monthly movie night with Nancy and Robin – the original Upside Down Bat Squad – comes, Steve and Eddie squeeze themselves into one loveseat. Eddie’s head drops to Steve’s shoulder almost immediately and he folds himself into a small human ball, pressing his side to Steve and going to sleep instantly.
Steve would love to take a nap himself, but the movie is just interesting enough to keep him in the half-dazed lethargy between sleep and consciousness. When he finally drifts off, it’s not for long.
He opens his eyes again when he registers the sudden lack of warmth beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Eddie leave through the glass door in his living room. He wants to call after him, but before he does, he finally notices the muffled talk in the corridor. Nancy’s voice cuts through the silence first.
“...yes, but isn’t it kind of… Strange for them to be like that without acknowledging it in any way?”
It’s quiet for a bit, as if the conversation is being actively processed by both participants. “You mean the, uh… The closeness, or…?” Robin tries to keep her voice steady and neutral, but her cover blows a little bit more with every word.
“Yes! You clearly can’t be this intimate with someone if you don’t care about them deeply. There’s always a reason to be so close to each other, right? And you’re Steve’s platonic soulmate, so it’s definitely not like that between them.”
So many things come to Steve’s mind so suddenly he has to close his eyes—things concerning not only him and Eddie, but also Nancy and Robin. Things they were all too blind to notice.
“You mean, um,” Robin swallows so loudly even Steve can hear it. “To be as close to each other… As we are, sometimes?”
He gets up, then, deciding that he’s heard enough. Robin will tell him everything either way.
When he opens the glass door and catches the sight of Eddie, sitting on one of the lawn chairs and smoking, he realizes that they’re both going to have a lot to confess to each other at work tomorrow.
He sits down on the chair next to Eddie’s and lets the silence envelop them for a second. Eddie passes him the cigarette and he takes a prolonged drag.
“Robin and Nance woke me up with their babbling. Sorry for waking you up too,” Eddie says without looking at him.
Steve doesn’t really know how to approach it. It would be difficult enough if only one or two of them were having a revelation this evening, but since it’s all of them—well, that complicates things. He’s only a little bit surprised that his revelation doesn't hurt him at all, though. It’s not making his stomach churn or his eyes water. He still feels safe within it. When he glances at Eddie again, he can’t help but hope, even though their situation has more layers than either of them has had a chance to discover.
“It’s alright,” he reassures, passing down the cigarette. “I wasn’t really sleeping.”
Something sour flashes on Eddie’s face, but it’s only temporary. He smiles again, then, although his eyes stay dim. “Bet you don’t get good sleep at all when I’m all over you.”
“Actually,” Steve says, making sure to time it perfectly. When he reaches out to take the cigarette from Eddie, he lets their fingers stay pressed together for long enough to make some ash fall to the ground by itself. “It’s the other way around. I like it. I like when we do that.”
Eddie frowns, but his expression is as far from sour as possible. “You do?”
“Yeah. It’s just… It’s calming. I feel safe. Far away from the monsters and shit.”
Eddie smiles and huffs. He lets go of the cigarette gently. His fingers drag down along Steve’s skin. He’s not too willing to admit that, but this simple gesture gives Steve enough goosebumps to last him for life.
“Monsters and shit,” Eddie says, smiling. He turns and presses his knee to Steve’s.
“Yeah, exactly,” Steve presses back. “Monsters and shit.”
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wazzi2ya · 9 months ago
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Blake Roman's original songs make me go insane is like every one of them is applicable to Angel
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corpsecoded · 3 months ago
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also found my expensive leather oxford annotated bible with apocrypha while going thru my things.. girl that grew up with terrible religious family standards and instead just got even more annoying about religion and the bible
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mother-of-houseplants-2 · 5 months ago
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i don’t wish i was catholic but i wish i knew more about catholicism/christianity for the sole purpose of being slightly more insane about lapsed-catholic gallaghers
#truly an untapped treasure trove of Thoughts that i unfortunately cannot comprehend as a cultural hindu/theologic atheist#thankfully i have catholic friends whose knowledge i can mine >:)#and friends of other denominations shout out to my methodist buddy i love u my methodist buddy#faery-berry-blast my beloved <3#anyways i think fiona and lip are both atheists#lip is annoying about it though. aka he is the kind of atheist who make fun of theists for their beliefs#fiona does not give a fuck#she just doesn’t believe in a higher power#ian is religious (ik the gay jesus storyline was a manic ep but i do think it stems from genuine belief)#he is specifically catholic#debbie is vaguely christian but not really#as in she doesn’t like how going to church makes her feel but she’s dabbled in a bunch of other religions#and christianity feels right#i can also see her just being generally spiritual w/o a specific religion#carl and liam are both agnostic#they don’t rly know what’s going on up there [gestures vaguely to the sky] but they think there might be a higher power#who knows. to them god is like aliens: probably out there! we just don’t know what they’re like#humanoid or bacteria??? not sure. do they exist? yes#idc about frank all he ever did was look for different ways to be forgiven thru religion i hate him#monica and her fam were probably catholic though#this has gotten out of hand sorry#anyways. religion#i’m a staunch atheist but i love love love thinking about religion#i treat every religious text like a work of literature i’m tasked with writing english essays about and it’s so fun#shameless#shameless meta#gallagher siblings#fiona and her kids#sorry for these fuckass tags
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keepthetension · 7 months ago
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can't fully articulate how much it means to me that this character
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is the one who says this
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there's so much in this show i love for young queer viewers, but religious queer character? i adore <3
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