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Religious Absolutism vs Religious Pluralism
I have a new benchmark by which I judge Religious and Spiritual Traditions.
If a religion, religious tradition, or spiritual tradition teaches/preaches Religious Absolutism* - then congratulations! This tradition is an organization that seeks to control and dominate humanity, and in my eyes these organizations are to be avoided at all costs.
*Religious Absolitism is the belief that all of humanity should follow only one religion. It is the idea that only one particular religion is considered true or valid, and asserts that all people should adhere to that specific faith.
For those who may have this objection; it doesn’t matter if you personally believe in Religious Absolutism. If you align with a religion that does, then you are supporting its beliefs and are just as guilty as the religious authorities you may or may not agree with.
As an example: The Catholic Church teaches that everyone on Earth should convert and become Catholic - and that this Religious Absolutism is the only way to achieve peace on Earth.
If you call yourself a Catholic, then you are vocalizing your alignment and support of the Catholic Church and its doctrine.
Don’t agree with Religious Absolutism? Don’t agree with what the Catholic Church teaches? Then don’t call yourself a Catholic!
Religions should exist as a choice - as one of many valuable ways to connect with the world, the cosmos, and divinity. I am a firm believer in Religious Pluralism* not only spiritually but morally and ethically.
*Religious Pluralism acknowledges the validity of multiple religious paths and promotes coexistence and mutual respect among different faith traditions.
Saying or believing that everyone should choose or be forced to “choose” the same religious or spiritual path is disgusting, controlling, and all around evil.
#thewitchfarhan#the witch Farhan#religious absolutism#religious pluralism#religious morality#textpost#spirituality#religion#religion vs spirituality
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It was dinnertime in the House of Lamentation. Conversation petered out as everyone focused on the hot food in front of them, leaving a quiet lull interrupted only by clinking silverware.
“I’ve always wanted a traditional church wedding,” you said, entirely unprompted.
The clinking came to a stop as the seven brothers processed what you had just said. They turned their eyes towards you.
Beelzebub was the first to break the silence despite his mouth full of food. “Huh?”
“I just always thought it would be nice. A quaint wedding in a nice little church. Maybe a chapel.”
Leviathan briefly choked on what he was chewing.
“Oh I totally get it!” Asmodeus empathized. “Rows of pews with white flowers, those high arched ceilings, the evening light of the human world sun shining on us through a beautiful stained glass window as we kiss? Oh!” He clutched his shoulders, “it gives me chills just imagining it!”
“Asmo, we can’t enter churches,” Satan stated matter-of-factly. The knife handle gripped in his fist started to bend.
“Hah!? What? Lucifer, is that true?” Mammon slammed his fork down and just about jumped out of his chair as he shouted at the oldest.
“Sit down, Mammon.” Lucifer rubbed his temple and tried to perform damage control before the inevitable headache set in. “What brought this on suddenly?” he asked you.
Keeping a straight face was immensely difficult but you pulled it off. “I was just thinking about weddings and stuff, y’know. It’d be nice. Ever since I was little I thought a church wed-”
Belphegor interjected with “You’re not even that religious.”
A flood of complaints washed over the table as everyone started loudly protesting.
“You… You’re not allowed to get married anywhere without me!” Leviathan shouted.
“Does it have to be a church? What about a restaurant instead?” Beel suggested, looking worried. “I know a lot of pretty ones.”
“We could build a mock church in a studio and get married there,” Asmo fantasized. “The stained glass could be you and me as cherubs, we can ask Luke to be the flower boy. He’d be so cute in a little tux!”
“You wouldn’t even need a ceremony with me,” Belphegor said. “If you really want one, we can have it outdoors under the stars.”
Satan’s knife was bent at a 90-degree angle. “What a stupid thing to say. Libraries are just as quiet and nice as churches. Probably. They sure suit you better than a church.”
“The restaurants also have in-house catering,” Beel continued.
“That ain’t gonna happen!” Mammon bounced his knee, shaking the entire table as he lamented, “I ain’t lettin’ my human get married in some church! We can go anywhere you want! Anywhere else!”
”There’s a church in my game!” Leviathan gasped. He thought an in-game wedding would be just as good as a real one. “I can show you! We can go now! Lets make you a character!”
Lucifer cleared his throat once. Then twice. The third time was a warning that got lost amid all of the whining. “Enough,” he finally growled. The room went silent for him. “You’re not getting married in a church. End of discussion.”
“Oh.” Weird of him to decide that on his own, but you were at your limit. A wide grin had already spread across your face. “Yeah, ok. By the way this roast you made is delicious.”
#bonus points for MCs who are absolutely not religious at all or who are a religion other than catholic/christian#MC causing mischief for no reason#I was raised in a different religion in an area with no churches so I have no idea what the difference is between a church and a chapel#one's smaller maybe? one's part of the other?#obey me#obey me!#omswd#obey me swd#obey me shall we date#obey me drabble#obey me scenario#obey me scenarios#obey me x mc#obey me headcanon#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#obey me x reader#obey me satan#obey me beelzebub#obey me asmodeus#obey me belphegor#obey me fic#obey me brothers#obey me headcanons#obey me mc#obey me fanfic
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Of course, the burkini ban is messed up on grounds of religious freedom and racial discrimination. But also
Under any other circumstances, people would be HORRIFIED at a government mandate that women have to show a certain amount of skin. Like. That’s fucking dystopian, and the absolute opposite of feminism. If a government tried to pass a law that all women had to wear tube tops and miniskirts to go outside, people would rightfully be up in arms demanding blood
But because it’s targeting a marginalized religious group, many folks are lauding the blatant forced sexualization of women. Appalling
(apparently the ban also outlaws things like sun – protecting bathing suits if they cover too much skin. Which like. Yes, let’s give everyone skin cancer just so we can spite a religion we’ve decided to hate. Sounds like a good plan </s>)
#mini rant#Religious discrimination#misogyny#feminism#sexualizing women#islamophobia#I was just thinking about this in terms of the “women fought not to have to dress like this#that I’ve heard once or twice in reference to my own historically – inspired wardrobe#and how much I would absolutely hate it if someone tried to force me to show more skin in public#for me it’s an annoying comment here or there. For Muslim women in France it’s actual legal discrimination#I swear we’ve gone from people measuring flappers’ swimsuits on the beach#to make sure they covered enough. to police forcing women to strip#because they’re covering too much. We just can’t fucking win#especially women from marginalized racial or religious groups
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western women in privileged countries, when feminists from the global south tell you to watch out for white men and that your superiority complex won't save you, it is not an insult, it is a warning
what happens to women in the global south isn't happening because we have dark skin or non-european cultures. the threat that terrorizes us openly that makes you feel pity for us is not unique to us. that threat is in your bed, too.
#radblr#feminism#how many times did we tell y'all that there's no real cultural difference between men no matter their skin color or ethnicity#how many times did we tell y'all the hijab is not the only religious threat to women and christianity can absolutely be draconian#how many times did we argue about culture vs economy and tell you that what's happening in iran wasn't inevitable because of those damn#brown people and their bakcwards ways and had everything to do with the real threat of male supremacy in whatever form#i really hope you stop getting radicalized only when you're directly inconvenienced
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long haired george villiers appreciation post
#mary and george#mary & george#maryandgeorgeedit#nicholas galitzine#perioddramaedit#userninz#chrissiewatts#usersteen#usernuria#usergayppl#mine*#mary and george spoilers#this was a religious experience#when i first saw the bts pics i wasnt 100% convinced by the wig#but i absolutely love it now#i need to braid it#or put some flowers in it#its soooo pretty when its extra curly too#the one outside in the forest especially......wow#and nick KNOWS how much he ate with this look with the amount of pics he posted with it#and he'd be correct!#something about the 3rd one makes him look like a werewolf. its the eyes. hmmm
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sacred heart
#absolutely no audience for christian themed saw art HAHAH its okay#its for me#its the closest to religious art i can get cuz where tf does Satan fit into this other than mark#whatever anyways#saw 2004#lawrence gordon#adam faulkner stanheight#chainshipping#cary elwes#leigh whannell#larry art tag#did a majority of this mid shift LOL#also like. sacred heart. follow ur heart. etc etc. the heart symbolism in saw makes me insane
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sam screaming into his pillow for god to make him not want to fuck his brother anymore while dean just doesn’t care and flirts with him incessantly: a concept
alternatively- sam screaming into his pillow for god to make him not want to fuck his brother anymore while actively getting railed into next week by dean. god and dean’s names escaping his mouth interchangeably in desperate sobs: a concept
#….yeah#samdean#wincest#spn#inspo#i am obsessed with them#religious guilt sam/obsessive dean my absolute fucking beloved#supernatural
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Alternatives for system / alter (with gothic religious themes!) — self indulgent!
"system" . . . Church, Acyl, Sainthood, Sheol, Religion, Faith, Cloud, Sect, Conclave, Nave, Followers, Furore, Devout, Clergy, Duomo, Congregation, Laity, Penitential, Choir, Hierarchy, Cathedral, Altar, Chapel, Diocese, Monastery, Abbey, Convent, Eucharist, Churchyard, Shrine, Sacristy
"alter" . . . Worshippers, Disciples, Devotees, Hymns, Ritualists, Sinners, Lambs, Doves, Prior / Prioress / Priory, Nuns, Priests, Frairs, Abbess, Clerics, Vaticans, Vicar, Bishops, Divines, Advocates, Prophets, Celestials
#endos dni#„ absolutions ✝︎#did system#dissociative system#osdd system#plural system#sysblr#system stuff#cw religious imagery#cw religion#religion cw#religion#christianity#christianity cw#system name#system names#system terms#system term#alter term#alter terms#endos not for you#endos do not interact#endos fuck off
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Halo
#mmm ok lemme just start w the tags then ill ramble#welt yang#hsr#honkai star rail#hi3#honkai impact 3rd#my art#ok anyways. i didnt have too many thoughts when i started it beyond “uni is killing me but i NEED to do my daily drawings”#some thoughts did go through my mind while drawing which determined the direction this went in#which is that this could be a badass heroic drawing but.. it isn't. this doesn't feel very happy does it?#it makes him look a bit lonely#but something about the pose and the red is ominous. like he's unreadable but theres something sad about it#the moon in the background has a bit of a double meaning - namely the actual moon and its purpose in hi3#as the final destination of the honkai and the story but.. him as well#and as a halo. i love that the three major organizations in hi3 are basically religious groups#and AE basically worships joyce and his legacy (!) and welt tries to fill that. i mean the title sovereign alone means like. absolute ruler#an untouchable figure in terms of power and control over their people#so i really like to give him some sort of fucked up fake halo. he can imitate a saintly figure but it dehumanizes him in turn#he even talks about humanity like he's not a part of it#what's left is some kind of creature mimicking divinity but becoming isolated and inhuman in the process#(gesturing wildly) THINK ABOUT THE COSMIC HORROR POTENTIAL OF BEING A HERRSCHER. HE LITERALLY PERCEIVES REALITY DIFFERENTLY. CMON.
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Bad End: Eve
You know how most Otome games are vaguely historical? Usually some non-specific mishmash of European countries? But fluffier and with more bows? It had once "gotten" to me, I think. I remember looking for outliers. Non-joke ones. Something that wasn't just "but this time with hats!"
I found one.
And now? Now I'm not sure if I curse that day or thank whatever force of nature lead me there. I guess... I guess it depends. Would I still have ended up HERE? If I had not found it? If so, then I genuinely and actually fucking rue it. Like... like actual "you'll rue the day! Bwahaha!" Type rue it. That's me. Ruing.
But? If it was always going to happen?
Then I guess...
I guess I'm weirdly glad. Because at least I have some fucking idea of what's going ON. Terrible, as it all is. Fucked, as the situation is. At least I'm not... not confused. Blind and at the mercy of those around me. Ignorance truely isn't bliss. All it does is leave you to try an fill in the blanks yourself. Usually with something far worse.
Not that the situation could GET much worse, by much.
I was in an Otome game. NOT a flower, high society, and dragons kind either. No. I? Was in a Dark Sci-Fi otome game. "Fate of man" was thrown around a lot. Power of luuuuv~ and such. Also, you know, HORRIFIC ethical violations. Human experimentation. Cataclysmic events and humanity "starting over".
All the high drama sci-fi concepts you could expect. It was a romp. Had good art. I'd had fun! Which is why I remember it so clearly.
Less fun when you're IN IT.
When you AREN'T one of the characters you KNOW will survive.
In fact, are one of the characters you know WON'T fucking survive. And will probably die MESSY. Horribly. Cause see, our BELOVED Harem collecting Protagonist? She? Was AN Eve. "AN".
Take a wild fucking guess what THAT project is about.
Did you say "breeding a better race of humans"? Ding ding ding! With humanity currently fucked, they want to FIX the problem by FIXING humanity. And of course, fuck ethics! Volunteers? Why use those?! Let's horrifically mad scientist our way to atrocity-ville! Make it all the more "God rightfully punishing us for our unforgivable sins" when we get wiped out!
Fffffffuck YOU, plot! I have to live here too!
You may, in fact, be picking up a slight note of stir crazy. A "wow, this lady rambles like a mother fucker" vibe. You would TOO, if you were stuck in a FUCKING TUBE. All I can do, day in and day out? Is wake, think, observe, then go right back to sleep. I can't even eat! I got a TUBE for that!
I... I miss showers.
Everything is GOO.
I'm an Eve. And if it weren't for the air tube controlng my breathing? I'd laughing hysterically until I died. And no, not in the "oh how funny" way. God. Oh... oh god. What a way to die. NONE of the Eves survive "the program".
Those IDIOTS are so OBSESSED with making bigger and bigger, better and better, FUCKING JUGGERNAUTS? That the Adams? Have long since reached the point of "mindless killing machine". UNSTABLE is putting it lightly. There is sexual dimorphism and then there's literal incompatibility.
But GOD FORBID the scientists admit that THEY are the ones with the inferior product.
It... it was even part of the game's plot. The scientist who made "Eve" HID her while HE made an Adam. I do not have that luxury. Somewhere, there is an unstable BESERKER being told I'm his "wife". That we're going to be HAPPY together. That he'll get to put his bruising, blood soaked hands anywhere he WANTS... just after he WINS me from the other Adam's.
Got to prove HE'S the best specimen, after all.
It makes my skin crawl. All I can hope, is that I can either provoke the bastard enough to kill me before they have a chance to stop him, or? I use my own enhanced strength to snap my neck. Maybe bite my tounge. Like HELL am I letting an Adam get near me.
The hiss of laboratory doors.
"Perfection at last..." Comes a relieved sigh. "All those HIDEOUS specimens. Why they make me suffer them, I'll never understand. We should have terminated them months ago. My poor project, they really think they're WORTHY of you..."
There's a derisive laugh. The scientist strolling into the lab I've been developing in, familiar. I watch him casually shrug off his lab coat and dump is bag. Hang his coat over the back of his chair. Turn, as he does each day, to STARE up at me. His eyes are a pale, pale purple the likes of which I've never seen before.
They're HAUNTING.
There is almost a red tint to them, though maybe that's the lights. The goo. I can never tell. He always looks ENTRANCED by me. Floating, visored, connected to far too many tubes an' wires. I'd think it was the fact that I was naked if it weren't for the way his gaze doesn't seem to drift lower then my shoulders. Seems more entranced by the way my hair moves, as though under water.
I've never once heard him talk about me lustfully.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't SCARE me.
"Let's begin, shall we? Time for your daily doses, mmm?" He says, voice dangerously affectionate. As though i had CHOSEN to do this to myself. As though he were merely reminding me of my morning medicine and not the hell ahout to come. "Going to be good for me? I know you shall, you always are."
He turned back to his desk, his computer. A few keystrokes... and I could feel the pod above me begin to hum, as it awoke. Oh god. Oh god it never got easier. From the corner of my eyes, bright chemicals slide down thind lines and into my veins. Like lines of lava. Bolts of electricity and pain. It was... AGONY.
My muscles seized. Brain screeched, first to the screaming I wish I could make... then static. With the long practice of daily pain, it took me far away. The click, click, click of keys. The sound of his voice, so terribly PLEASED, as I hung there and just TOOK it. No restraints, no strugging, no damaging myself. Just unbearable fire in my veins and a brain far, far away.
"Good girl~"
Distantly a phone rang. He made an annoyed sound, but picked up regardless.
"What. I'm in the middle of- ...Excuse me? I'm quite sure I did not hear you correctly. I said 'NO'. She's not-....I will NOT BE-...What. Are you out of your god damned MIND? That pile of scraps you call a project is coming NOWHERE near my-! ....you think you're clever, don't you?"
"Fine. You want to TALK? Let's TALK, Anderson. I'll be there in five."
From far away, past the pain, I watched him chance down at something at the screen. Back up to me. He hung up the phone but did not pause the program. Instead, calmly rising from his desk. Shrugging on his lab coat. Rounding the desk and striding towards my bio-tube.
"Hmmm, honestly, it should have been spaced out over a few more days... but you can take it. Endure a bit longer for me, would you, darling? Daddy's going to go deal with something for just a moment, he'll be right back, my perfect girl. Be good."
He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to my tank. One hand splayed next to it like he badly wished he could touch. Could stroke skin. Hold his creation close. It was not the first time he had done this. Small, covetous, little actions like he wanted to crawl inside my skin and STAY there. Like he cursed the glass that separated us.
He pulled back. Shifted to the side and kneeled. He... had hidden something behind my bio-pod? When? Apparently before I had become aware. Because I had not known about it. A black shoe box. I watched him open i-GUN. Thaaaat was a gun! Fuck. Well at least? By the time anyone thinks to look in on me? The overdose will probably have killed me?
There is a cold, terrible smile on his face as he rolls to his face. Tucking the gun into an inner pocket. It has a silencer. He leans forward one last time. Lightly kissing the glass of my pod, as though heading off to work and not to very obviously kill somebody. The pain continues. Builds. I watch him leave.
With nothing to anchor myself on... time blurs.
I think? There are alarms? Red lights flash. Then they stop. There is shouting at one point. But then silence. An explosion? Or am I hallucinating? Pain. My nerves are on fire. I don't want to have SKIN. Please... please make it STOP! Calm foot steps? Come to kill me? Please come to kill me. Make it STOP.
The lights died a... time? Ago? Emergency lights on now. Generators in the room are loud. Why can I still hear the feet? Footses? Words. H..hurts. please.
Click.
The pain eases to a stop. Aching but nothing new. Over? Oh, thank god. I can sleep now, right? But... sound? New. At my feet. Gurgling. Wha-? The very top of my head feels cold. Then my forehead. Then my temple's and ears, cheeks, jaw... wait. Is? Is the tube...DRAINING? I open my eyes.
When did I close them?
He's back.
Standing right in front of the tube. Blood staining the hem of his coat, lingering marks of his massacre cleaned but not quite scrubbed from his body. There are little off red stains on his cheek, from what must be blood splatter. They look like tiny freckles.
I'm... I can't...
I reach as the tube down my throat is pulled almost carelessly away by the machine. Choke, suffocate, as the same is done for my air tube. But then it's done... and I can BREATHE under my own power. Gasp and splutter, as the goo sloshes around my knees. Then it's gone. And the tube I've been leaning my weight against is roughly pulled away.
I collapse forward, my muscles having never actually supported me in this life.
Arms catch me. Wrapping me in a possessive hug. A hand immediately burying itself in long uncut hair, even as the other wraps itself around my torso to lean me against his body in a cradle. My face is pressed to his neck by the hand in my hair, cradling my head and neck. I can feel breath against the goo wet crown of my head.
"Finally~" he breaths out, whispering it against me like a sigh. "My beautiful, perfect girl. My darling creation. It took so LONG. Those retrobates interfering at every turn, lusting after you like ANIMALS, trying to keep you from me. Then, worst of all, trying to toss you to some pack of savages? Oh, darling~ Daddy's been so worried for you."
"But we'll be okay now, won't we? I finally have you. All fresh and finally finished. My perfect Eve. You can pick any name you want, of course. You and I will be leaving this ugly little place. Daddy has PLANS. A fresh new world, just for you, sweetheart."
He laughed, his hug tightening in a way that would have left bruises had I been a normal human. Kisses were pressed to my temple. A cheek, rubbed against my hair. He seemed... seemed GIDDY with it. That nothing could stop him now. There was no glass in his way. I could not move yet. My muscles twitched when I tried, but that was it. I wasn't even sure I could talk yet, if I tried.
"Aaah~♡ Welcome to the World, Darling. My Perfection. My Eve. This time no snakes or Adams to tarnish you. To get in your way. Just you and your Father~"
"FOREVER~♡"
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#threepandas#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere otome isekai#reader insert#yanblr#yandere otome#yanderecore#platonic yandere#as requested!#sci fi yandere#but also gona write MORE Ace friendly platonic yandere#cause this one turned out a lil too Real for me man#tw sex assault#there is ABSOLUTELY NONE but it could be read as hinted as#so stay safe ya'll#tw human experimentation#captured reader#long post#mad scientist#mad scientist yandere#non-sexual use of daddy#still creey though#we do not want a father figure sir#ha ha... he WAS NOT ASKING#tw religious themes#bad end eve#bad end eve au
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what an incredibly normal and not at all autistic thing to say! (lying)
#truly this is SO funny#casually questioning his bestie's religious beliefs and then genuinely being like “what?? did i say something??”#and then he KEEPS GOING with that train of thought#not because hes an asshole. in his head he is genuinely just making conversation. theres just something so autistic about him#also complete tangent but is it just me or is that glass of water between hotch and jj massive. is it the communal water cup or something#why is it so big#full disclosure these images are slightly out of order. the last image here is before hotch and jj's reactions#but it was funnier to order them like this#reid: hmm morgan do you think the reason youve never feared satan is because youve never actually believed in god?#everyone: ...#reid: :)#spencer reid#autistic spencer reid#not fic#criminal minds#criminal minds rewatch#criminal minds s03e08#lucky#this is NOT a hate post by the way. pre-diagnosis i absolutely would have done this.#even now knowing people consider it offensive i could see myself saying something like this#shoutout to offputting autistic people!!#criminal minds 3x8
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I’m a big fan of Durge having some more animalistic qualities, regardless of race, like fangs meant to tear or a real, inhuman growl. But ya know what? I’m also a big fan of this vicious Bhaalspawn being able to purr. Maybe not like a house cat. Maybe it’s a deep, rumbling sound that comes out with a contented sigh. Either way, it’s a shock to Durge when one day it happens for the first time, the Chosen of Bane’s fingers carding through their hair.
What could That Sound possibly be? It wasn’t a growl. But if it wasn’t a growl, what could it be? The Dark Urge is no house cat! But Gortash knows exactly what it was, and he makes it his life’s goal to make it happen more often. He’ll tease Durge at first, justify his efforts to himself by claiming to exemplify how he has subdued even the Bhaalspawn. In reality, it means Gortash spends copious amounts of time pampering and doting on Durge until it becomes too obvious he just thinks it’s cute, a proud smile and a bit of color coming to his plaid cheeks every time he succeeds.
#Obviously if any guards witnessed this they would be absolutely horrifed bc that’s not a Humanoid sound#ngl Dragonborn Durge purring sounds adorable#I’m not normally a huge fan of the purr trope but I make exceptions#for psychopaths#also I do think after Gortash gets done with his religious crisis he’s fairly outspoken about his feelings for Durge#so cue him letting the invasive thoughts win and calling Durge adorable one day#durge hate loves it#durgetash is a dark comedy#durgetash#durge#the dark urge#enver gortash#goretash#gortash#cats thoughts
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guy who so desperately tries to find god. who wants to have faith in a higher authority to guide him out of the hole he's in. from the weight of guilt from simply existing, as the person he is. but every time he thinks he's answered his higher calling it turns out he's made the Morally Incorrect choice and his path to goodness and holiness was the road to the devil all along
#now trusting god will give you a way out? there's your real crime!!!#guy betrayed by the protestant promise of a direct connection with god. but is also somehow. joan of arc.#see he never achieves actual martyrdom tho bc he's not allowed to stay dead lmaooo#sam somehow the most unintentionally catholic AND protestant character of all time#dean the atheist who sees religious predestination as the curse it is from the get go. framed as the narrative's Real Moral Authority#but also in the process reifying patriarchal familial power n authority. very very important Value of the Church#i don't think it's that deep. the show's attempt at critiquing christianity. but the way it reinforces christian cultural values???#'religious predestination and absolute faith in a higher authority...bad'#nice nice ok tell me more?#“so you should put your faith in family. in your patriarch (big brother)”#?????????#the thematic incoherence of it all. it's like the world's stupidest puzzle box to me. i can't leave it alone.#sam = maybe i can find god thru following my destined path. wait oh shit.#cas = maybe i can find god thru rebellion and seeking my own destiny. wait oh shit.#dean = god is fucking dead and me i also feel not so good#the “guy who so desperately wants to find god parallel” <- me coming out as a secret sastiel fan#both of them...finding god in de-[sniper on the roof kills me in one shot]#spn bible studies#j.txt
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"You make me want things I thought would never be mine." "Stay" from LEMPICKA the musical
#lempicka#lempicka musical#eden espinosa#amber iman#broadway#theatre#musical theatre#broadwayedit#wlwedit#tamara de lempicka#rafaela#tamara x rafaela#gif#mine#theatre*#lempicka*#ee*#ai*#I FEEL ABSOLUTELY FERAL AND ALSO GAY RN#TAMARA TAKING OFF RAFAELA'S SHOES?!#KISSING HER THIGH?!?!#I ACTUALLY DIED?!?!?!#first preview was a religious experience#need this song in the actual show costumes pls ty#gayest show on bway we are blessed
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By the will of the prophets, by the end of the series Sisko (and thus Bajor) has formed strong personal bonds of friendship with figures of political influence in nearly every major power that could be a threat to Bajor, or could simply be a help to Bajor’s growth.
The Federation: it would have been enough for him just to be there, but Sisko’s war hero status makes their investment in Bajor more personal.
The Klingon Empire: Worf - (as outlined in this post) is almost comedically well connected, and practically handpicked the Chancellor himself.
The Founders, (and thus the Dominion) : Odo is sent back to temper his people with a love for a Bajoran woman that will live with him the great link forever.
Ferenginar - Sisko performed the Grand Nagus’ wedding ceremony (to a Bajoran, no less. Leeta is part of this too), and personally mentored his son.
Cardassia - Garak will likely have some influence in the new government given his skills and role in the war. Of course, no matter how much he owes Sisko, he’s too capricious on his own to be trusted with Bajor’s safety, so they granted him the tempering influence of a profound relationship with a federation doctor. Whether you think they get married post canon or not (they do), wild horses couldn’t keep Julian frontier-medicine Bashir from going to help rebuild Cardassia.
I 100% think this was all planned by the prophets. It had to be that exact moment with those exact people. (We’re just missing the Romulans, really. Bit of an oversight.)
And then they left Kira there to oversee it all, and maintain those relationships, Kassidy to build his temple according to his specifications, and Jake to tell the story.
#the prophets are manipulative freaks#but they are thorough!#and yeah I think every one of these characters#will be absolutely *delighted*#when Bajoran religious leaders#start implying that their entire lives#are a result of strings pulled by the Prophets.#star trek#ds9#benjamin sisko#worf#rom ds9#ds9 odo#major kira nerys#elim garak#julian bashir#Kassidy Yates#Jake Sisko#garashir#leeta ds9
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in my mind, neil loves andrew religiously. neil’s hands glaze over andrew’s skin like it’s something holy, something to worship. every touch they share is a miracle. he professes andrew
and how could he not, when andrew is the man who breathed life into him, who gave him free will, who molded him from dust into a real boy?
what is andrew to neil if not sacred?
#and when their lips touch is it not a prayer?#when they fall together in bed is it not an absolution?#is their devotion not omnipresent?#what is that if not godly?#neil josten#andrew minyard#andreil#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#lmfao can u tell that I’ve been raised religious#kiwiaok
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