#why is america so violent lmao

[fallenalienz]

every american true crime doc or podcast starts with them talking how this was the safest town ever where nothing ever happened!! people didn't even lock their doors!! and then you learn that there were at least three ex-convicts with long criminal histories including rape, manslaughter, sometimes even murder, sometimes prime suspects in separate criminal investigations, in that very town at the same exact time and it just seems that's how every american town is. it's so funny

[starsstillshine]

buck, bothered and bewildered has got everything. josh and maddie queening out over jesse palmer. buck and eddie huffing glue. chimney queening out over the bachelor. inexplicable harry recast from a small child to a teenager. buck intentionally almost breaking eddie’s ankle. racial profiling b plot. bisexual boy kisser evan buckley.

they said oh we got that disney money now 🙂‍↕️ season 7, production to the 10s

[tododeku-or-bust]

ao3 stans are beyond help. angry the site platforms stories about violently assaulting 12 year olds? you hate sex, women, freedom of speech and america. ask why tf they're still doing twice-yearly fundraisers with almost $3M in the bank? mind your business nosy. point out people and groups who need that $ for food and shelter and medicine? you're a guilt-tripping asshole. condemn the endemic racism of the otw staff? you're blowing it out of proportion, & besides people find racism sexy so how dare you kinkshame. say that otw is also run by Zionist sympathizers who fired a volunteer for supporting Palestine? nobody's perfect!!! atp anyone still donating is either stupid or evil

😐 I mean you said it all lmao. Like i have no grounds to judge anyone for still using AO3, bc I still use it. Unfortunately it's the only place where people see my works, and where I can find community to share. Squidgeworld do NOT be going (though I read my own stuff on there often!)

But donating to me is beyond the pale, especially given the current climate of both the OTW and the planet. AO3 didn't need it. I can't remember the exact numbers, but if they got like 3mill surplus in the bank and need 50k to run the servers and pay people... 3mil divided by 50k is a decent amount of money to use for a good amount of time. Or, if it's that deep, shut down the fundraiser when it hits the requisite 50k.

Idk, just SOMETHING about it seems sinister to me this go round, given I keep seeing people beg for their literal lives daily and people being the vilest of racists to them... Just to turn around and say "but I'll donate unnecessary money to AO3". Just cruel. Like how can you demand a Palestinian or Sudani prove they're starving to death but be okay still donating "even if AO3 could be money laundering". And y'all judge billionaires like Elon for being on the same type bullshit? Baffles me.

[pewpewkachuuboo]

nowhere to go, nowhere to be

exoverlord!fem!reader x Lucifer

So you were an overlord that sold your soul to Alastor to save your twin brother? You’re an eternal slave who is forced back into hell after a hiatus to help Alastor…. run a hotel? Why is the King of Hell here?

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I’m so sleepy- have a chapter piece. But chapter one is long because backstory *jazz hands *

I’ve never written a reader-centric fic before so bare with me during my learning curve LOL I’ve been reading a lot of them, but I’m trying to avoid the use of (y/n) because my dumbass brain always reads it as “yes no” and it takes me out of the narrative lmao

Decided to make the title after the Kenny Chesney song because it’s about those small pockets of time between reality where you feel free from recognizing that you have no control over what’s happening in your life that keep you from spiraling, and I think that fits the mood I’m going for.

Warnings: language, death, suicide, gore, mention of sexual assault

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Chapter One: Wake Up Call

How long had you been swimming in the darkness of your personal pocket dimension that the Radio Demon, Alastor, had forced you into after you gave him your soul?

Who knows.

It had felt like centuries.

The dimension was just blackness - there was no ground, you were just eternally floating. It was a silent, weightless, and empty existence and your eyes had never fully adjusted to the dark so any hopes of scoping surroundings had been lost in the first few hours you had been placed there.

You spent the time you had to yourself after that reflecting on what had gotten you to that point.

You and your twin brother had been sold to an underground organization by your parents - you didn’t blame them, they could barely feed the two of you let alone themselves, now they at least had the money to survive themselves while you were out of sight and out of mind.

You had been trained to cater to the fancy of men - you read, cooked, learned how to play chess, and were taught the art of seduction according to your owner’s instructions. Your brother had been trained for seduction as well, but served in the organization as a hit man. Having such a small child be able to kill a man three times his size with his bare hands was an advantage the organization could not let go of.

Men in power seem to always have a weird attraction to children, so it made sense that the two of you would often go into these situations together. You recall once being covered in blood after a particularly violent sexual encounter, and your brother ripping the man limb from limb as effortlessly as a bird taking flight. He had held you the rest of the night, but you hardly slept as it was. You appreciated the care your brother had for you, but you would have preferred he cared more about his own safety.

When the two of you had reached the age of twenty-one, your brother had suggested the two of you run away to America and start a new life. How hard could it be? You had humored him, not realizing he was serious, and he was caught planning.

Your owner held your arm and made you watch and listen as he fed your brother to his pet white tigers. Even after your own death, his screams of pain and terror are still tattooed to your brain.

You had killed yourself less than a week later by slitting your throat.

When you woke up in hell, you had taken on the appearance of a grey rag-doll, stitched at the neck and joints, stitches also at the end of your lips to give you a permanent smile. Hell made sense to you - you had participated in nearly every major sin and you were positive that no person with blood on their hands would ever make it to heaven. Which meant your brother was in the realm as well.

You had searched endlessly for him for months before you had come across the V District. It was ugly, you decided, lit up by red and blue neon lights and buildings so high you couldn’t see the red sky or pentagram moon above you. That’s when you saw a poster of a man that looked eerily like the tigers that ate your brother, holding a pink and white spider against his chest, looking at each other with half-lidded eyes.

Was that him?

Only one way to find out, you decided. And you ended up at the V Tower eventually, waiting for an opportunity to waltz into the porn studio to see him up close.

You had somehow managed to follow inconspicuously behind some of the cleanup crew, and took the opportunity to look at your surroundings. Tacky was the only thing you could think to describe the decor. But that was typical of gross men - they never seemed to have good taste.

You heard a moan that was cut off by an angry “CUT” and looked around the corner to see the man you were so sure was your brother being pulled to the ground by the fur of his neck and being ruthlessly kicked by the tall moth man that spit on him and then pointed to the hall, “Get your shit together and then come back and fuck like you mean it.”

You follow behind him and clear your throat, scaring him into spinning around at you, “Is it really you?”

You now carefully, “I think so?”

He stands up straight, “How did I die?”

You point to his appearance and sigh, “I didn’t realize I’d have to see your reason for death after having to watch it happen in person.”

His face softened and he pulled you into a tight embrace, “How are you here? You shouldn’t be here.” He swallowed and pointed to the exit, “Leave but go to the club across the street - I’ll be done soon and I’ll come find you.”

You didn’t really want to leave him after what you witnessed, but you would never not take your brother seriously when he had that terrified look on his face. So you wait.

He approaches you with a fresh black eye and random stains littering his stark white fur. You frown at his appearance and he waves his hand, “I’m fine - how…. Why are you in hell?”

“Probably same reasons as you are-“

“You know what I mean.”

You tighten your grip on your glass of water, “I, uh, killed myself.”

His face softened at the admission, “But you were so young - you could have gotten out.”

“Not without you.” You look at him firmly, “You are all I had and it wasn’t worth being alive if we weren’t alive together.”

His lips thin into a straight line as he looks at the crowd in the club before leaning forward, “Listen, I am so happy to see you, but I sold my soul to Valentino - I can’t leave the tower without his permission.”

“So I’ll sell mine, too-“

“No.” His voice was sharp and his blue eyes flashed red in anger, “Absolutely not.”

“Then how do we get yours back?”

He sighed, “Valentino would have to either break the contract himself or trade my soul with another Overlord.”

“Overlord?”

Your brother went into a brief explanation about the hierarchy of hell, and you nodded with resolve, “So I need to become an Overlord and strike a deal so I can get your soul.”

He laughed, “I wish it were that easy-“

“Wait for me. I’ll do it.” You stand, unsure of where you’re going, but knowing you have to get your shit together and save your brother like you know he would have done for you, “I don’t know how long it’ll take, but I’ll do it.”

It took nearly 60 years for you to gain enough power and souls to be a respected Overlord in Hell.

And as you had the nerve to create a deal you knew Valentino couldn’t refuse, a red demon made his way into your office casually during an extermination with a grin so wide it was unnerving.

“Can I help you?”

“Can you?”

You frown, “I don’t like playing games.”

He tutted and leaned on the cane he carried that was the same color as the rest of his appearance, “No games, darling. I’m just curious how you think you can help me when you can’t even help your brother.”

You stood, seething in anger, “The fuck are you talking about?”

He hummed in interest and snapped his fingers to show you a scene of your brother being left behind by a client when being chased by exorcists. He tried to run away, too, but he was going to get caught if you didn’t do something, “Where is he?!”

“I can tell you - for a price.” The image disappeared and his smile felt more menacing than before.

You reach out to him, “You want my fucking soul for his location? I won’t make it there in time you son of a bitch-“

His eyes narrow and he holds his cane out to keep you from coming closer, “My, my. If you use that tone with me again, I’ll give you nothing and send you what’s left of your brother once I’m done feasting on what the exorcists leave behind.”

You back up a bit, startled by the angry static his voice bites back with, “Who are you?”

“Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you! An absolute pleasure.” He held out his hand, “I will save your brother from the angels in exchange for your soul and all of the souls you currently own.”

“Keep him alive after and you have a deal.” You hold out your hand without hesitation.

Alastor hums, but grips your hand after consideration, green light surrounding the two of you. He snaps his fingers and shows you that your brother, confused, is in the confines of his room at V Tower - but he’s alive and safe. Alastor snaps his fingers again and the scene disappears, “He will not perish as long as your soul is mine.”

You scream in pain, reaching for your neck as neon green chains bind to you. He looks cheerful as he checks his nails, “Beautiful screams, darling. Would you be interested in radio?”

You can’t answer as tears fall down your face, your throat raw as you feel your power leave your body. He waits for a moment before clapping, “Oh! These souls are delicious. Thank you so much for your service. I think I’ll keep you around just in case I need someone charming to do a job for me. Would you like to say goodbye to your brother before your departure?”

You sob, but shake your head yes. With the snap of a finger, shadows engulf the two of you and deliver you to your brother’s dressing room.

He cries out your name and holds your shoulders before looking up at Alastor, “What did you do to her?!”

Alastor just looked at his claws, ears twitching, “Do hurry. I have places to be.”

You tug on the black tank top your brother wore and he looks down at you, “You’re safe now. I’m so sorry.”

“What have you done?!”

You smiled and nod, “It’s fine, I promise. You would have done it for me, too.”

Realization floods his expression, “I’ll get you out of this.”

“It’s okay. I’ll see you around.” You stand and walk shakily over to Alastor who waves his fingers in greeting.

“I’ll be seeing you if you’re in danger of death, friend. Hopefully not too soon!” He cackles as the shadows engulf you both again, and all you knew from that point on was darkness.

—

Until bright light flooded your vision. You covered your eyes in response and shrunk down, digging your knees into the back of your hands to keep the onslaught of sudden light from your eyes.

A familiar laugh fills your ears and you are on your feet in an instant, heels of your hands still digging into your eyes to avoid pain, “A-Alastor?” Your voice came out as a croak due to your lack of using it after all of these years and you slowly remove your hands, squinting until your eyes adjusted, your head pounding in pain. His red figure was the first thing you saw and you gasped in realization, “H-How long was I-?”

“Not now, dear. I’ll fill you in on all the fun goings on later. For now, welcome to your new job! Our lovely owner and Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar, has suggested we are in need of a Porter and Concierge! I told her I knew just the person for the job.”

You had flashbacks of intelligence training from when you were alive and swallowed, looking up at the tall woman beside Alastor who seemed to almost be sparkling. She moved forward, “Hi! I’m Charlie! This is my hotel to help rehabilitate sinners! We’ve had a lot more interest since the battle with the angels and so we need some more help and I would be THRILLED if you would help.” Her voice was sweet and almost sounded like a song.

You glance at Alastor behind her and he narrows his eyes as if to tell you to go with it or else, and so you bowed your head politely, “I’ll do my best.”

The squeal the girl let out felt like nails on a chalkboard against your ears, but she pulled you into a tight hug despite your height difference - why was everyone in hell seven feet tall and you managed to be a terrifying 5’6”? - and then held you out by your shoulders, “What’s your name? How long have you been here? Do we need to move your things into your room or did Alastor already magic it here?”

You wince, “Uh, people usually call me whatever they want…. I’ve been here a while, and I don’t really own anything.”

Charlie seemed equal parts sad and excited, “Do you not remember your name? And you really don’t own anything?”

“I, uh…” Alastor drapes an arm over your shoulder and pulls you away from Charlie’s embrace.

He looks down at you, “I think our friend is tired from travel. Maybe we should save introductions until tomorrow?”

Charlie grinned, clasping her hands together, “I’ll see you first thing in the morning to give you a tour! Thank you so much for your help!” She waves enthusiastically as Alastor pulls you along with him.

He sighs once she is out of sight, “We need to catch up, I’m afraid.” His gaze is now on you, “Why did you not give her your name?”

You swallow, “Because I was an Overlord before you put me in that black space - I don’t know what my name means around here anymore.”

He hums thoughtfully, “Smart. You are a clever thing, aren’t you?” He lets go of your shoulders and walks towards the door in front of you, “This is the door to your room. Let’s have a chat.”

You’re hesitant to follow him through the open door but blink up at the decor - it was soft monochromatic colors of grey and white, it was a color theme you had always been fond of, “I thought it would be red like the rest of the hotel.”

“Nonsense- I made the room to suit the taste of your previous office. Is it satisfactory?”

“Very.” You touch the plush blanket on the bed before glancing back to him, “Catch me up, then.”

He only gave you the details he thought you would need, but you stopped him after he was done detailing the fight with the angels, “How long was I in that place for?”

Alastor tapped his chin thoughtfully, “Does the number really matter?”

You roll your eyes assuming he was avoiding telling you, “Is my brother still okay?”

“Okay? Hardly.” He chuckled, “But he’s still alive and under the thumb of that moth if that’s what you’re asking.”

You sighed in relief and looked at your lap, “So what do I need to do exactly?”

“Your job, dear.” He grinned as you glared at him, “Porter and Concierge. You will be showing our guests to their room and helping with their things. You are also going to be taking care of the customer service of the side of my job because I detest it - that entails you making sure their basic needs are met and that you make their wants happen to the best of your ability.”

You sigh, “Am I stuck here at all times?”

“Heavens, no! You will be allowed time off as needed. But I do expect you to do your job and keep our deal quiet from the other hotel guests- you will not survive your time here if you overstep me.”

You swallow but nod in understanding, “Okay.”

“Oh! My mother was rather fond of those Raggedy Anne dolls before she passed and you-“ He held up your arm between two pinched fingers, “Look sewn up like one of them. Let’s say your name is Anne tomorrow, hmm?”

You pull your arm away and nod, “Fine.”

He stands up and motions to the bed, “Rest, dear. Charlie will have you up bright and early.”

“I’ve been resting for only you know how long. And I haven’t slept since I was alive.”

His grin widened and unseen limbs seemed to force you to lay down, “I don’t remember asking a question, Anne.” You swallow, his fingers moving to hold your throat as his eyes narrowed more sinisterly, “There will be no talking back when I’ve told you to do something. Understand?”

You nod helplessly and he lets go, already at the door when you look up, “Yes, Alastor.”

He waves and disappears into a portal of shadows and leaves you to stare up at your ceiling, wondering why the thought of death almost sounded relieving at this point.

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Charlie practically ripped your door off of its hinges that morning. You had closed your eyes to feign sleep, but jumped straight up when your door opened.

Charlie grinned blindingly at you, “Good morning! Are you ready for a tour?”

You stand, “S-sure.”

She pauses before grabbing your hand, “Did you remember your name?”

“A-Anne.”

“Anne is such a cute name! It’s so nice to meet you! I’ll show you around and then the others are all supposed to meet us in the lobby to say hello in an hour!”

You get pulled along the height and width of the hotel, Charlie yapping on about memories and excitement for the future. She finally brought you to the grand staircase and led you down the stairs and to the lobby where Alastor was standing with a small group of people that mostly lit up when Charlie spoke and caught their attention.

She held up your hand by your wrist, “This is Anne! She’s going to be helping us.”

She looks at you and pulls you down the line, “You know Alastor, this is our bartender Husker-“ you recognize him as an Overlord and he narrows his eyes at you like he’s starting to recognize you too but only nods in greeting and drinks from a bottle of alcohol, “This is our first resident, Angel Dust-“ you recognize him too, but only from the posters you had seen when he was advertising with your brother…. Who was still alive. You perked up and waved friendly at the demon, hoping to make a connection to see how your brother was doing, “This is our maid, Nifty-“ she was so small and cute, but then she grinned and your smile dropped instantly because what the fuck is that thing, “This is my girlfriend, Vaggie-“ Vaggie seemed nice enough, you decided, and the purple tone of her skin appealed to your aesthetic sense, “aaaaand this is my dad, Lucifer, he’s our event coordinator!”

“Lucifer… Morningstar?” It had all clicked in that moment - Alastor had introduced Charlie as Charlie Morningstar, Princess of Hell. Well, fuck. You looked at the man, nearly eye height to yourself but he was a few inches taller than you were but it was nice to at least not have to crane your neck to look up at him.

He flashed a full toothed smirk at your reaction, “Yes, it’s me. The King of Hell. But you can call me Lucifer because here we are simply coworkers.” He grabbed your hand from Charlie and placed a kiss against your knuckles.

You pulled your hand away with more force than intended - you found physical contact with men extremely uncomfortable, especially when it was unexpected- and he frowned, hurt crossing his expression, “Sorry, I should have asked.”

You hold up your hands in a defensive gesture, “N-no, I’m just not used to being touched so much. I shouldn’t have tugged away so hard.”

You felt a familiar hand creep around your shoulders as Alastor bent at the waist to stare at Lucifer, “Oh, no! You’ve made our new friend uncomfortable!” He clicked his tongue to make a disappointed sound, “I thought the King of Hell would have better manners.”

Lucifer looked at Alastor with his red eyes flashing in anger, “She just said she doesn’t want to be touched so why are you touching her?”

He hums, “She’s an old friend of mine! I can touch without worry!”

You try to move out of the grip but his hand tightens, claws against your skin threatening to break and spill the blood pumping underneath.

Charlie sighs in frustration, “I really wish you two would stop fighting so much - it makes us look like we don’t have a united front, and that’s not good for what we’re trying to do…”

Alastor’s grip on you loosens and disappears as he creeps back into his previous spot, Lucifer just looks off to the side, still pissed but obviously also embarrassed. He clears his throat, “I won’t touch you without your permission from now on. Sorry.”

You tilt your head to the side, observing how white his skin was against the red apples of his cheeks. His facial expressions were childish and almost made you wonder what your own expressions looked like to others.

Charlie pulled you out of your thoughts with a clap, “Let’s play a get to know each other game!”

—

You watched with your mouth agape as Charlie led her gaggle of geese in what seemed to be a normal occurrence for them with how easily they agreed to it all. This one was called ‘Confess and Guess’ - someone came up with a question and everyone wrote their answer down and put it in a bowl, and then the person who gave the question had to say their answer and then guess who wrote which one as they pull from the bowl.

It was almost heartwarming to see the group of them bonding cutely over questions until you caught Alastor’s gaze - his eyes narrowed at you and you looked down at your lap apprehensively not realizing it was your turn to pick a question, “Uh…. I don’t know - your favorite memory?”

You pick at your fingers as you wait for them to answer, accidentally breaking the tip of your left middle finger off. You curse as it rolls and lands next to Angel Dust who picks the appendage up with a cringe, “That happen often?”

“O-only when I pick at them. Sorry, I’m just nervous.”

He hands it to you with a laugh, “No need ta apologize, toots.”

You nod in thanks and pull a needle from where a cluster of them sat at your right hip and carefully strung the digit back to your hand. You hold it out in front of you to make sure you didn’t attach it at an angle and you hear Lucifer laugh from across the circle. He grins at you, “You’re pretty fast with a needle - maybe you can help me with my overcoat! I tried to fix it with magic but it just doesn’t look right.”

You nod slowly, “I can see what I can do.”

The bowl is held under your nose and you look up at Charlie who grins expectantly, “Alright! Share your favorite memory first.”

Oh yeah, you forgot about having to participate with your own answer. You stare into the bowl before closing your eyes, “I remember… the first time I got to sleep in a bed. Well, a mattress pad, really-“ you laughed softly, eyes opening, “Right after ojciec and matka sold my brother and I, the organization gave us a room- our first one because we had lived in an alley before that- and there were two mattresses on the floor. I think we were so happy we cried.” You laugh at the memory, “We pushed the things together and slept under a blanket and I think it was the best sleep I’ve ever had.” Your heart ached at thinking about your brother, missing his presence more each second after having to watch him die.

“You were sold as a child?”

You startle at the question, but look at Charlie whose face has sunken, “Why would they-“

You laugh, eyes crinkling, “A lot of kids were at the time if they were healthy and lucky enough to have parents.” You start to pick at your fingers again, “We had it a lot easier than some - at least our owners fed and clothed us regularly and well.”

Angel Dust gave a slow whistle and laughed awkwardly, “Damn - owners, huh? Are you sure you aren’t hell born?”

Your finger breaks off again with a snap, but you grip it tightly in response, not having put it together yourself. Your life was never meant to be your own - your body and mind belonged to the men who owned you when you were alive, and now your soul and free will belonged to a man who owned you in hell. Your silence unnerved Angel Dust, “S-sorry, toots. I wasn’t thinkin- I just meant, ya know….”

You put the bowl onto the floor and stand, dusting off your skirt before laughing awkwardly, “I just need a minute, sorry.” You rush away before Alastor can make you stay and sit against your door, locking it this time so no one can come in.

The wood is cool against the back of your neck as you lean against the door, legs spread out on the floor. Well…. Fuck…

A delicate knock sounded behind you and you tensed, but let go as you heard Angel Dust quietly apologizing at the door, “I’m really sorry, I wasn’t tryin’ to upset you.”

You sigh and stand, cracking the door open, “It’s not you - I just don’t think I had ever put together that on my own and it surprised me. I’m not mad, I just need to think.”

His eyes looked away sadly, “If ya ever wanna talk, I’m here. I don’t own my soul neither - so I can kinda relate. Half relate, I guess.”

You smile in appreciation, “Thanks. I’ll be back down in a bit, I promise.”

He looks at you one last time, “Are ya sure ya wanna be alone right now?”

You hummed in consideration, but nodded, “Just for a bit, please.”

He nods and turns to leave and you shut and lock the door again, this time lying flat on the floor and staring up at the ceiling.

You weren’t sure how long you had been staring at nothing, but apparently it was too long because a grin appeared in your vision, Alastor leaning over you with narrowed eyes, “Are you done having your tantrum? It’s nearly dinner and Charlie is distraught thinking her game was a terrible idea.”

You frown, turning onto your side to face away from him, “I’m not used to this yet - I need some time to adjust.”

He appeared out of shadows laying in his side beside you, holding his head up with the hand resting on its elbow in front of him, “Adjust on your own time - our deal means that you appear and are here because I need you to perform a task. I could call upon another soul if you’d prefer and put you back-“

You scramble up, “No! Don’t send me back there, please?” You shook anxiously at the thought of nothing again, “I-I’m sorry, I’ll come back down. Do I need to help cook or-“

He appeared standing before you and rolled his eyes, grin still in place, “No - you need to correct your mistake and let Charlie know it was your error, not hers. Now.”

You nod in fear and rush to the door, unlocking it and rushing down - but you weren’t expecting to lose a foot on the way down the stairs. Because you hadn’t been paying attention and were rushing to find Charlie, you bent your ankle at an unnatural angle and the stitches tore, sending it flying towards the lounge. You stumbled forward down the stairs. Your head and shoulders made contact with the ground exactly twice before you felt weightless. Alastor had put you back, you assumed, panic welling in your stomach and spilling out as tears from your eyes as you sobbed.

“I-I’m sorry - I promised I’d ask for permission, but you were falling and… I’m so sorry.”

You blinked through your tears, staring up at Lucifer who had thought he had broken your boundaries again AND hurt you, “It’s not dark?”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Let me put you down-“

You gripped onto him tighter, arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers digging into his shoulders, “I don’t want to go back…”

He frowned at the display, but kept his hold on you once he landed, “The overland? You can’t really go back there-“

“The dark…”

He could feel your tears soaking through his shirt and lifted a hand to pat your head in comfort despite not fully understanding your emotional outburst, “Okay. You don’t have to go back.”

You gasped and let go of him, grey eyes staring into his red ones, “Promise?”

He felt his pride flair at the desperate look in your face, “Promise.”

You seemed to blink out of whatever emotion you had been in and let go of him, “S-sorry, it’s been a tough day.”

He nodded in mock understanding- he really had no idea what the fuck just happened but if he could comfort someone and help Charlie at the same time, he was going to do it, “Dinner is almost ready, want to head to the dining room?”

“I-is Charlie there?”

“Yeah.”

You nod and he holds out your foot in his hand to you, “You dropped this earlier - do you need help or do you want to lean on me and put it back on when we get to a chair?”

You take your foot, “That’s so embarrassing, I’m so sorry. If you could just help me to the bar I can do it really quick and you can take me to Charlie so I can apologize.”

He smiled and lifted you with surprising ease, walking you over to the bar where he placed you carefully on a stool. You thanked him and lifted your leg onto the barstool beside you on top of your removed foot and sewed it up quickly. You frown, knowing you’ll have to be careful and reattach it later with a better thread, but this would work for now.

You stand, testing your weight on it, hop a few times and then look at Lucifer, “Where is the dining room?”

He holds out his elbow as an offer, raising his eyebrow in question. Was this guy just overly touchy? You stared at his arm until his face turned a little embarrassed like he was going to retract the offer, but you reached out in that moment, hooking your arm with his. His eyes widened, and he took a deep breath, but he seemingly decided to inwardly savor the moment and escorted you to a room down the hall from the lounge area where Charlie was happily setting a table for dinner.

You let go of Lucifer, but squeeze his arm in thanks before walking over to Charlie and lightly tapping her shoulder. She jumps, eyes wide at you, “O-oh, Anne!” She looked down and clasped her hands together nervously, “I’m so sorry about the exercise- I didn’t realize-“

You put your hands on hers and she looks into your eyes instead of the floor in surprise, “No, I’m sorry. I was having a moment and wasn’t considering how it would affect you and the others. If I get in a feeling like that again, I’ll try to communicate to let you know what’s happening in my head. It isn’t your fault - I hadn’t realized-“ you stopped yourself when Alastor appeared across the room and sighed, “I guess I’m just not meant to be free, is all.”

Charlie frowned, “Are you under a soul contract?”

Alastor chose that moment to tap his cane against the ground, “What’s for dinner tonight?”

Charlie jumped, but didn’t let go of your hands, “We can talk later, okay?” She smiled and let go before bouncing to Alastor, “Vaggie said paella - she was really excited to share it with us and it smells so good!”

“You okay? You look nervous.”

You glance beside you at Lucifer, who sounds concerned, but has his focus completely on Alastor and Charlie. You smile slightly, “Yeah, thanks. Just been a while since I’ve been around people.”

He glanced over to you and raised an eyebrow, but doesn’t pry. Instead he looks to his daughter again, “Is Alastor someone I can trust my daughter with?”

You look over at the two and Alastor glances your way with narrowed eyes. You sigh, “I honestly have no idea.”

“I thought you two were old friends.”

“Friends is not a term I would use…” You glance at Lucifer, “But he saved my brother from extermination, so I owe him my life.”

Lucifer looks at you once again, eyebrows raised, “Your brother is in hell, too? Why aren’t you with him?”

“Because I owe Alastor, and my brother is in a soul contract that I can’t get him out of unless I have something worth trading - he’s not allowed to leave the home of his owner without permission per his contract, and he refused to let me meet his owner so I can’t do anything or be with him.”

“That’s so sad… who owns him?”

You shrug and decide that’s enough spilling your life story. You move down the table and sit at an open seat as people start to fill in from the hotel. Charlie wasn’t joking when she said the hotel had a lot of interest - this was many more people than you had imagined seeing at a project meant for rehabilitation.

Angel Dust takes the seat beside you carefully, “Do you mind me bein ya neighbor for dinner?”

You flash a small smile, “Not at all.”

He grinned and the two of you made small talk until dinner was served.

It was warm. You imagined if you had family dinners, this is what it would have sounded and felt like. You stayed mostly quiet during dinner, eating and enjoying the light banter around you. You looked around the table and found Lucifer’s gaze was on you. He waved his fingers and smiled and you snorted, but nodded in greeting.

Angel Dust elbowed you with his lower set of arms, “Are you flirtin with the big dick in charge?”

You choke on a piece of chicken at the comment and Angel Dust panics, patting your back roughly and apologizing profusely until you’re down to just coughs. You widen your eyes and stare at Angel Dust in disbelief, “I just met him- why would I be flirting?!”

He blinks,”I flirt with guys I don’t know all the time. It’s not that weird. Also, I was joking.”

You are too embarrassed to look for a reaction from anyone else and decide to just stare at your food until you’ve finished. You look up at Angel Dust once you’ve gained your courage back, “Thanks for earlier, by the way. I really did appreciate you making sure I was okay.”

He grinned again, “Of course!”

When dinner ended, the large group had shuffled to the lounge and were participating in jovial conversation and games at Charlie’s behest. You smile softly, leaning against a wall away from the crowd. You hadn’t ever imagined seeing such a wholesome image in Hell, not once had you seen this kind of joy and camaraderie in a group of people since your arrival. Maybe this really wasn’t so bad a situation even if you didn’t fully own your life.

“You look tired.”

You look to your side where Lucifer is leaning against the apple of his cane, eyes on the crowd with a wistful smile across his face. He was so expressive - you know you had thought about it earlier, but even in life you can’t remember knowing anyone that was so easy to read emotionally, “I am. I think I may go to bed early - I need to really hit the ground running tomorrow.”

He turns his head to you and holds out a hand, “It was nice to meet you today - if you ever need to talk, I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

You take the hand and shake it lightly, and he grins down at the connection, “I appreciate that. Sorry about my outburst earlier…. I don’t normally use new acquaintances as shoulders to cry on.”

He squeezed your hand in comfort and looked into your face with the same smile he was staring at the crowd at with, “It’s no big deal - consider it forgotten until you feel comfortable talking about it. Unless you don’t want me to forget, then consider it remembered? You know what? Consider it whatever you want.” He laughed nervously, eyes now avoiding yours.

You let out a laugh at his awkwardness and pull your hand out of his, “Thanks.” You stretch and sigh, “If anyone asks just let them know I’ll be out bright and early tomorrow.” You also needed to make sure all of your stitches were attached decently before you put your whole self into this job. It’d be awkward to lose an arm, ear, or toe while trying to help someone. You leave, not waiting for a response, but you can feel his gaze on you as you ascend the stairs to the hall where your room is - it made you almost feel safe.

You reached for your door and a familiar static played in your ears. You sighed and opened your door and looked up at Alastor, “Need to chat?”

“So perceptive!”

You motion to the door and let him walk in before entering and closing the door yourself.

He grins at you, “Just a few notes about your performance!”

“Sure.” You move to sit on your bed and start to remove the foot that had fallen off, digging through your pocket for a more industrial strength thread before taking to reattaching your foot more securely.

“First - you know that you cannot let people know that I own you.”

“Figured.”

“I also see that our King seems to be curious about you….”

You look up at him, confused, “What do you mean?”

“Just that he hasn’t attempted to be that cordial with anyone but his daughter and her girlfriend since moving into the hotel.” He looks at his nails, “I would like for you to take advantage of this fancy and get to know him better.”

You laugh flatly, “Why? So you can exploit some weakness that I find against him?”

“Precisely.” His chipper tone catches your attention again and he continues, “What? You gain a new friend and I gain some valuable information - it seems like a winning situation on both fronts.”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Nope!” He laughed with an amused joy and moved to sit beside you on the bed, “You are such a pleasant employee- keep this up and maybe I’ll help you get some time to spend with your brother.”

You drop your needle and look at Alastor with wide eyes, “Y-you can do that?”

“Do you doubt that I have the ability to?”

“No, I just…. Thank you! I’ll do my best.” You pick your needle up with shaking hands and finish the final stitch at your ankle, “Can it be soon? I…. I’d like to see him.”

Alastor hums in consideration, “Tell you what - I’ll arrange for a meeting once you bring me a factoid about our friend Lucifer that I find particularly interesting.”

“Interesting in what sense?”

“Something I can use, darling. Bring me things until you bring me something that makes me go ‘Oooh!’!” He stood and gave you a curt pat on the head, “Sleep well, pet! I can’t wait to hear what you bring me! Ooh! Let’s plan for a weekly tea!” He claps his hands in amusement, “A week from today, weekly, we will meet in my tower and have a chat of a nice cup of tea. See you then!”

And he was gone.

You sigh and flop onto your back on the bed. Your afterlife really was the same as your life. You were just a tool for information gathering, but this time you didn’t have your brother to comfort you after a particularly hard day. You rolled onto your side and curled your limbs against yourself as sleep overtook you - you hadn’t slept in so long, it was a welcome change.

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

so every anglo country other than america is totally fucked. and they want to make america fucked too.

just a few things of note about this video:

apparently refusing to take your medication and "get help" is criminal in australia.

she wants to take him to some evaluation. he refuses, insists he's fine. she says the police are on the way. he says they'll have to drag him out by force. she says this (him saying he will "resist") is concerning violent behavior. they are trying to make this man out to be violent and unstable for refusing to be forced to leave his home.

he says he has rights. she says she has rights too. what is the right she claims? she claims "the right to look after" him. lmaoooo. what a perversion.

she comes here to basically lock him up in a mental institution. he asks her why. she says "because you're being paranoid" and he asks how he's being paranoid. she says "because you think i'm here to take you." but that's literally what she's trying to do? is it paranoia if he's right? lmao

throughout the convo he keeps asking her why she's there. because obviously she's there to take him but she keeps trying to frame it as her "helping him" or "taking care of him". and so when he keeps asking her why she's here (presumably to get her to say she's here to take him away) she insists that his repeated questioning of her is evidence of him being unwell. as if he literally doesn't understand why she's here.

she mentions another paranoid behavior of his: him looking behind her.

oh another one of his "paranoid behaviors": him not wanting to tell her about his recent vacation. lmao like what is going on in australia where refusing to tell a paramedic how you spent your vacation is some indictment of your mental health?

and just in generally she comes off as so detached and procedural. her "concern" comes off as totally robotic and fake. even if he legitimately mentally unwell she isn't showing him any genuine kind of warmth or compassion. from the get-go she comes off as adversarial who is only pretending to want to help.

[litres-of-cocaine]

yes walter white was a hopeless misogynist aroused by violence and everyone (or one side of the fandom anyway) seems to fixate on that but i’d argue that the way these themes are presented aren’t really about walt. obviously toxic masculinity - though i dislike that term with walt as he is an emasculated figure in the show - and male egocentrism are key points of his character but they seem to present more as a scrutiny of these characteristics within the male breadwinner.

and there can be more point to a theme, like whether that’s within a character or just the larger commentary of the show. i feel like the dynamics of misogyny and chauvinism within walt and his relationships are extremely interesting on their own for sure, and that’s why they provoke such animosity towards him but i’d also say they make such a cruel joke of what the west values within family and it’s horrible but so reflective if that makes sense. i almost view the disruption of the nuclear family (or american dream if you prefer) in brba as satirical with how clearly the ideas of the male provider are stressed over and over and over again. like gus’s attempts to manipulate walt by highlighting this pretence he puts on about his reasons for cooking. i think this pushes forth the examination of the male patriarch given the breadwinner of the show’s main family is a murderer and meth cook. especially considering that walt’s family is technically the only nuclear social unit that we see intact - with the whites still being regarded ‘as a family’ up to the end of s5 even through separation periods and different living scenarios as there is no actual divorce. and when a say ‘traditional’ nuclear family i’m talking married mother and father with multiple children (and i’m not counting jesse’s family as intact, but that’s up to interpretation).

but i think this ironic and incredibly fucking dark focal point of families promoted as ‘ideal’ within america and the west at large really doesn’t operate as a part of walt’s character, but rather uses him as a stand-in for the domestic male figure; the absentee, distanced, violent, and self-martyring qualities that are expected and even praised. so, obviously, as the domestic male figure it is a part of his character but it’s not what makes him unique or interesting. it’s our only view of fatherhood and spousal responsibility within the so-called successful family unit, so it comes to reflect every ‘successful’ nuclear family, not walt. the final thing that walt says whilst his immediate family are all together is ‘we’re a family’ *twice*. it’s practically an affirmation. their family is a success.

again that’s not me saying that walt like isn’t responsible for anything he does lmao, on the fictive level he absolutely is, but also he was created as a construct and as a stand in for patriarchy itself. like the individualistic hatred of walt as a terrible person kind of overlooks the effect of having him as the lone domestic male figure.

and i actually don’t think an embodiment of misogyny is the point of walt’s character necessarily, i would argue mortality is a much more pertinent issue (if i start talking about that i will never stop tho lol), but this crumbling format of what is desirable for neoliberal america makes far more sense to me than just walt as a dickhead to hate if that makes sense.

[spidergvven]

something that’s really missing from these “why dont americans protest like they do in france” conversations is like. literally any acknowledgement of the world outside of the us + europe. bc i keep seeing people arguing that the reason mass uprisings in the us fail is solely due to police brutality and repression that doesn’t exist in france or wherever (which. debatable lmao) but that same kind of violent state repression definitely exists in other countries if you look outside the western world. and we should not be so egotistical as to think we can’t learn something from protesters outside the us.

people in latin america, south asia, fucking PALESTINE, have been dealing with deadly, militarized responses to their liberation movements and theyve still kept on resisting. and often times these people are facing violence not only from an oppressive local government but also dealing w the threat of us intervention at the same time. like the indigenous led protests in bolivia against the 2019 coup were not some walk in the park but they kept going for a year until they were able to force the coup leaders out and hold another election. like idk i just think we could learn something about organization tactics and coalition building. like im not saying people are wrong about the violence americans, particularly black americans, face when protesting, theyre absolutely right, but i don’t think its something that has to be a movement killer.

[vacantgodling]

Another ask!! 🌚🌚 For the white shirts and the Virgin of Mt. Heredosa?

i was HOPING someone would ask about the white shirts cuz that’s the story i really wanted to just talk about lmao because honestly idk when i’ll ever commit to writing it but i have so many thoughts about it (cuz ive had this wip since an abandoned roleplay in middle school LMAOOOO)

so tw for Heavy spoilers of 2 of my wips and death, ambiguous and or slightly dubious (perhaps) relationships, sex, aaannnnnd manipulation or.. is it? 👀

THE WHITE SHIRTS

so, to fully explain the white shirts—it takes place at the tail end of an apocalyptic mega event (removed by a few decades). prosper and jane morning (twins) were born during this time and live in a small town in what was once middle-america where fires are frequent and the HQ of their “village” is out of a gutted old fire department building from the before times. jane is more of an optimist while prosper is more of a pessimist but they care for each other fiercely; they’re attached at the hip. all of this changes when the titular White Shirts (dubbed this by jane) come to their town in sleek black lincoln town cars (from the old days), white button downs, shades, and slacks. they also have machine guns and uHHHHH unfortunately slaughter everyone in the town. prop and jane manage to escape this random violent act, however, they are pursued because no one was supposed to make it out alive and tbh they don’t even know why they’re being hunted. when they manage to make it to one of the abandoned “old days” cities, they run into someone else who’s alive: a boy named marin. and i want to specify ages now, prop & jane are 16 and marin is 19 — and that “slight” age gap is important tm. anyway prop doesn’t trust marin immediately but jane is softened by the fact that marin is injured AND he knows that they’re running from the white shirts because he is too. it turns out marin came from what was once california and has been running from the white shirts ever since because he Also wasn’t supposed to escape. he calls them something else but quickly adopts the name white shirts like jane. prop doesn’t want him traveling with them but they’re forced to worry about that later when the white shirts descend upon them and they have to flee again, marin’s smarts proving to be very useful (since prop and jane were p sheltered. well, sheltered for an apocalypse anyway). marin tells them that his goal is to head to the east coast to get on a ship that goes to the rest of the world to try and escape the white shirts and with no other plan, prop and jane decide to follow him. during this time, the three become close. ish. jane is definitely the glue that holds them together but prop and marin definitely have TENSION, which ends with them making out at one point while jane is off … idk somewhere. she volunteered to find supplies or something bc it’s possible prop is also injured by this point whatever. it’s fucked tho bc while they’re making out and jane is off, she’s captured by white shirts and long story short she ends up being killed which nearly breaks prop. but marin keeps pushing him and them to make it to the coast bc he’s like listen jane wouldn’t want you to stop she would want us to escape, and prop is all she would’ve wanted me to save her it’s a mess. marin uses the newly established physical nature of their relationship to distract prop and keep him from the deepest throes of grief and they keep pushing to make it to the coast, managing to hop on a still working train line heading there. the train is hijacked by white shirts and more pandemonium ensues, which ends up with prop deciding he’s going to blow up the train and he pushes marin into the main engine after kissing him a final time, saying he’s going to see jane. it’s clearly implied he dies in the explosion, and marin continues on, making it to the east coast. when there, he sees how much more advanced it is than the west coast and middle america and he’s able to gain passage to a ship to europe. the book would end with some line referencing prop’s name (prosper) and would end ambiguously cuz you dk what happens fully to marin.

so, there’s a lot of STUFF going on with this story, and a lot of things that i know will make people FEEL some type of way and part of that's the point. there's a reason that marin is purposefully older than prop and jane: i want him to feel ambiguous and i want the reader to be more on the side of prop who are somewhat suspicious of him. none of marin's actions FULLY make it so that he's a bad guy; like he still goes out of his way to help prop and jane and he genuinely grows to care about the two of them, but i want it to still be left ambiguous at the end if he decided to travel with prop and jane so that he could use them as meat shields to get to the coast? type energy yknow. the fact that he and prop have a physical relationship as well with somewhat dubcon vibes after jane's death is also a thing bc prop is consenting to the stuff that they do but he's also completely grief-stricken. and while 16 adn 19 is only three years i KNOW people are going to argue that its a problematic age gap and tbh i want that bc it adds credibility to marin being an enigma of a character. i want people to not know what to think of him because all we know about him (aside from his actions) are all based on what he tells us. we never get flashbacks to his backstory, and maybe some of the things he said are a bit contradictory and that's part of it. its also the fact that we end the story with marin. the guy we know nothing really about after watching the twins go through it and inadvertedly save his life time after time even since they first met, yet it seems like he almost dragged them into this.

but at the same time you remember that prop and jane were being hunted anyway. that marin in the beginning offers to go his own way, and refuses jane's help but she insists. that jane insists to go foraging on her own because she doesn't want to be a burden on the two of them that are already injured. that prop clings to marin, even if he pulls away because he's crying while their kissing because he wants to feel something. so imo you can argue that marin is also just a guy who is also stuck in a shitty situation just the same as them and unfortunately even though he tried to save them by bringing him with them, they weren't meant to live. obviously i am (as the author) a bit more sympathetic to marin BUT i really do like the ambiguity, just as i like the ambiguity of the white shirts in general. i'm never going to go into detail about what they want or why they're trying to hunt and kill them, that's not important. what's important is the relationship between these three characters, survivor's guilt, and how to power through grief, or let it consume you. yknow?

i also didn't realize it until now but its also definitely got some parallels to slavery and the black struggle bc all of the characters (prop, marin and jane) are black, meanwhile the white shirts along with wearing white shirts are also. well. yknow. its almost like a reverse underground railroad situation going from deep in america to the east coast to lands beyond on a boat. that was unintentional but it exists and sure you can look at it from that angle.

there's probably more i could ramble about because i have a lot of Thoughts about this wip i just unfortunately don't have the brain power to sit down and try to write it lol. maybe one day though!!

THE VIRGIN OF MOUNT HEREDOSA

this wip is a take on the "age old" question: if you were being sacrificed to a deity because you were a virgin, could you nullify your eligibility by no longer being a virgin?

nyoka is a xenabi, this universe's word for foreigner and came to this particular city (that is not named LMAO) when they were just a child because their parents were traveling merchants. unfortunately, their parents passed away during a plague at the time, and orphan nyoka was taken in by the sanctuary (or the religious body of the city). it seems like a kind gesture at first, but in actuality the caveat for them taking nyoka in is that they will be eventually sacrificed to the city's deities and so they have to adhere to a vegetarian diet and "keep pure" until its decided that its their time. unlike some of the other people who were "rescued" by the sanctuary, nyoka never adheres or converts to the religion in question and has been trying to find ways to escape being a sacrifice and they constantly get in trouble for sneaking out. one day in another attempt, they are stopped, caught, and then called before the council of elders where they learn that the next full moon, which is like a short amount of time (either 3-5 days or smthn) away, they're going to be thrown into the volcano as a sacrifice.

nyoka is freaking out. eating meat won't buy them time, they realize what they have to do is become not a virgin. after they learn this they are able to successfully sneak out the next day and during the daytime they meet a handsome spice merchant who is also a foreigner in this land. the two of them hit it off, though nyoka doesn't tell him of their predicament and the spice merchant offers them food. as the sun sets nyoka realizes they have to go to start their plan to become not a virgin and so they hurry off to the red light district. there, they manage to hide the fact that they're a sacrifice (all sacrifices are branded with magic so that people will know they are to be sacrificed) and sell themselves to a brothel for the night and they are quickly purchased when its discovered they're a virgin. when they're taken to a back room, the patron quickly discovers they're a sacrifice and flees, making a huge ruckus and nyoka is thrown out of the brothel (because people are terrified that if they taint a sacrifice that the gods will come for them). the sanctuary is called and nyoka is dragged back and locked in solitary confinement until they're supposed to die.

however, they manage to sneak out again despite the added restrictions but even still are late for their planned meeting with the spice merchant, the sun is nearly set. when they do meet, nyoka ends up breaking down and explaining everything that happened and how they're probably going to die tomorrow and the spice merchant offers to take nyoka back to his home since they "have nothing to live for". instead of going back into the city, the spice merchant leads them deep into the jungle until they are standing before a giant seemingly dilapidated mansion, however inside is warm and inviting. they talk and nyoka learns the spice merchant's name, verin. if they paid attention to the religion this would have perhaps tipped them off sooner because verin is the name of the god of destruction who was cast off of the volcano by the other gods in this city's religion. verin flirts openly with nyoka who doesn't seem to understand what he's hinting at, until finally, he laughs and asks them if they're too shy to ask for his help. nyoka doesn't understand and verin explains that if they no longer wish to be a virgin, he'd be happy to help them with that "problem" to save their life.

then they fuck PFFFF and while this happens, verin changes from a beautiful dark skinned man into a larger 4-armed, blue skinned deity and nyoka FINALLY puts together that he's not human LMAO. hashtag this is monster-fucker territory. but as they're yknow, nyoka's sacrifice mark disappears.

the next morning when they wake up, verin is still in his deity form and he does tell them that they're free the mark is gone, what will they do. nyoka isn't sure, but then decides that they want to travel with verin, and thus they head back into the city to get supplies for their trip. while there, they run into those from the sanctuary who have been looking for nyoka all night and when they try to grab them, nyoka informs them that they're no longer a virgin and thus can't be sacrificed. when its discovered their mark is gone, this enrages the head mother and she tries to kill nyoka, but verin steps in and stops her, burning the woman with acid. this is very reminiscent of stuff from their deity lore and the other nuns (or whatever) realize that he's verin the destroyer and thinks nyoka has been bewitched. nyoka shuts that shit down, says they love him, and throws their shoe at them until verin drags them away, laughing for how sweet it is for them to try and defend his honor. later that evening they've finished packing for their journey and then head off into the night to explore the rest of the world that nyoka has never seen.

this story is definitely a short story and technically i've started writing it. i may try to finish it soon cuz i get excited for it whenever i think about it BUT i dont wanna put too much pressure on myself to. its also supposed to feel folk-tale like! i love nyoka and verin they're so sweet and so good for each other <3

[queerdiazs]

A big thing why I think all these post about murdering Tommy are so disturbing is because he happen to be a gay man that kissed buck. Like that’s it and that’s why they want to kill him! It’s not bc he killed someone or did something irredeemable, it’s bc he kissed their special little boy and had the nerve to stay around (listen,talk, flirt and exist (BEING A GAY MAN)). That’s why it becomes so mean and dangerous, because it just a mob against a gay character that many of us are so happy to have bc we get to see buck exploring his sexuality and be happy! Like yes it’s a character he’s not real but a lot of people have been waiting for this representation and it’s fucking sad when all you hear is that the boyfriend should be violently murdered (bc he’s the boyfriend) when you want to enjoy your stupid little show. So no, it’s not out of this world that gay men would take offense from your “jokes”.

So yeah they need to grow up and find some empathy.

it’s just plain fuckin weird.

like, i don’t even like tommy. i’m an eddie girl and a buddie truther, and tommy and bucktommy doesn’t bring me joy, but it’s important rep to see for queers all over the spectrum on the number one show in america and especially for gay men.

talking about killing a gay man violently the way a lot of real queers are killed everyday just because he’s kissing uwu baby buck is a weird hill to down on

like. gay men aren’t the enemy and these people spewing maga rhetoric is wild to see lmao like babygirl they want you dead too

[obsessivelyloved]

I've read a bunch of your stuff for a while now, and it only just occurred to me that you don't really write for the Yan who attack their affection. I mean, yeah they get "punished" but not actually killed or maimed. That's not a bad thing! I just noticed cause I write Yan totally different and its p cool!

Like, I write them as a horror trope. All the obsessiveness building, a desire to take and control, to dissect the target socially or mentally or even physically, so the Yan knows them inside and out, and no one else can know them the same way. And if that hurts the target, then that doesn't matter.

Meanwhile, you write it more as a romantic or overprotective thing. "The world is bad, and I'll keep you away from it", where its more delusional(? Sorry, I don't know a nicer word for it) than straight up possessive.

I don't mean anything bad by this. Honestly, I think it's super cool! A base concept being two entirely separate subgenres(?) based on interpretation is just awesome, imo! And I'm not trying to say the two styles are exclusive, either! Just a sliding spectrum type deal.

I love your work, and would love to hear your thoughts! Like, do you intentionally stick to Possessive and/or Protective, or is it something you don't even think about? What inspires you? What's your go to trope when thinking about a new au/Yan?

I hope this isn't too much of a bother! Honestly, it's not even really a question, more of just an observation/admiration.

It's not a bother at all! This was honestly fun to receive as no one's ever asked me questions like this. I'm so sorry I got so rambly and excited that I'm gonna have to put this under a read more 😭

I do intentionally stick to the whole Possessive/Protective/Delusionall way of writing for my fics! Growing up, nearly all the yandere fics I could get my hands on and read were violent. I loved reading yandere stuff but so much of it had me baffled and wondering if the yandere even loved their love interest. A lot of it was yanderes hurting and berating their love interest. I just could not wrap my head around the why when I was younger, especially since I was facing abuse at home. My reasoning when I was a pre-teen was a yandere was supposed to be insanely in love with a person, why behead them? (Actual fic I read on devientart)

You can probably tell on my blog since I do this now still, but I bounced a lot between platonic yandere and romantic yandere. Some of my platonic works float around somewhere (I wrote platonic yandere father England to America for Hetalia at some point LMAO) but not much of my old stuff is in my docs. My dad would go through my shit every once and a while and so I was so paranoid with my writings that a lot of stuff is just sitting in one google docs of an email that I can't quite remember.

That was quite long-winded but it's just my go-to. It started out as intentionally writing stuff this way and now I hardly ever think about it. I'm not sure how easy this is to tell from my blog, but I've been suffering from depression for years. I get periods where I feel so energized and alive and ready to write that I spam this or my other blogs with writing. Most of my inspiration comes from those periods, when I receive asks and am actually in the headspace to get the picture out of my brain.

Half the time though, I get the inspiration from stuff I read or watch! And I'm not sure if this counts as a trope, but quite a bit starts as a platonic yandere thing. I think of Tord mainly, being overprotective over a child, and then once I get that out of my system the au shifts. The Android Tord au actually started that way before I shifted to Tord focusing on the other 3! The platonic thing also started when I was young, again from the abuse I was facing at home.

If that doesn't count as a trope, then I suppose robots/unhuman entities! I have quite a few aus like that on here haha. I just love the concept and use it a lot for different aus/scenarios. A concept I've kept in my brain for a long, LONG time is of Zombie Tord taking care of a small child alongside a robot version of himself that he built. Bits and pieces exist in my docs but I've never really written anything coherently lol.

Wait now that you've got me going!!! HOMESTUCK!! I have this bigass au that's remained in my brain off any docs or paper for YEARS! I've tried writing it in a way to post but I've just never gotten very far since there's so much lore and detail that I need for people to understand but get too overwhelmed. A loooot of stuff starts from that au and branches off into whatever single entity I wrangle it into.

Aside from that, I also just don't bother posting anything from it because man people do not like anything that isn't an x reader or even a reader insert. A lot of my stuff flops hard because it's not x reader-based. Whole other can of worms that I won't get into though!

Thank you so much for sending this! This was so surprising and pleasant to receive!

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What’s are your views on “purity culture” among christians

I think it varies between denominations but the idea is still around mainly fundamentalists. It’s definitely important to teach women how important it is to be picky, believe in hypergamy, and ignore probably the 90% of scrotes that aren’t good people but I never really believed in flat out refusing to teach sex ed, what stds and stis are, what Plan B is, and how birth control and condoms work. Which seems like a lot of these more fundamentalists tend to do.

I had this friend who is divorced now. She grew up in that type of environment where they were very strict about her purity but ignored the boys virginity completely. Like she had two brothers who were total opposites. 1 was basically community dick and caught a disease and her parents didn’t care 💀 the other was an incel who was very anti social. And her parents were upset that they couldn’t marry him off because not even the desperate fundie girls wanted his violent outbursts. He’s still single too and approaching 40

She was married young to her ex and had no idea how sex even worked. She was only told to avoid it and it just scared her. So when she got married, she told me how her parents and church counselor were upset that she didnt turn into someone who liked sex immediately. Even kissing was new to her and she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t like it at all/avoided sleeping in the same as her husband and was told by them to suck it up when she expressed she had pain. When she got older she left that church and her husband but was ex communicated by her family for it.

Does that type of stuff happen in France?

Purity isn't much of a thing anywhere else in the world because as I said, most of USAmerican evangelicalism staples are rooted in culture not in Christianism. I've always found fascinating how France & its very liberal "sex culture" was compared to the US (age of consent is 15 years old, birth control & abortion is free, condoms are handed over in highschool, etc.) yet managed to have proportionally lower abortion rate than God fearing United States of America lol

Fundies family don't exist anywhere else in the world beside the USA anon so nope, we don't have this kind of messy affairs here. Catholicism is in a limbo here in France and real Catholic families are very rare. And even when they do, they don't hold such a spiritual grip on their members to guilt trip them into marrying someone. The only stories of people being excommunicated are bishops coming out as gay or being caught dating/having sex with women lol

The story of your divorced friend is very representative of the double standards of women virginity vs male virginity. Although it's quite normal to particularly warn off women about the consequences of sex because, unlike men, they are the ones who'll carry the baby so they have much more responsibility to deal with (as unfair it may sound). But it doesn't mean men virginity is any less relevant.

Many of women will never want a community d*ck, that's why her busted brother is still single at 40 (which is weird bc red pillers always said men got more value as they got older 🤔).

Fornicators are literally filled with demons and should be avoided at all costs.

And yet, I'm sure he's not shamed like his sister was to marry a man she was even attracted to... Her story is so sad.. but she's better off outside of this cult though. She's lucky she if she didn't have any child with him...

I think kids shouldn't be taught sex ed before middle school. I did in elementary school and it lowkey fucked me up. Even when I was 12-13 years old I had a male friend of my age who told me how many times a week he masturbated and it triggered me so bad lmao

Tbh there should be something progressive, like first learning about sexual organs, periods, how babies are made (12~13 years old), than at 15 about birth control(?) IDK the idea of teaching kids sex at school is weird to me but I think I would be even more traumatized if my mom taught me any of this because we NEVER talk about things like that lmaoo I guess it's important to build a trust relationship with your kid from start so that it's not awkward when you actually do? IDK I lowkey hate the sex talk and wish sex wasn't such a big deal in society so I'm probably not the best person to inquire about that lmaooo

[automatismoateo]

But, but, but, atheists don’t criticize Islam! via /r/atheism

But, but, but, atheists don’t criticize Islam!

I saw a Joe Rogan clip of him saying that people don’t criticize Islam or Hinduism as much as Christianity, and the comments were saying that it’s because ‘atheists know Christianity is true’ and ‘the truth gets attacked the most’ and ‘Jesus said it would happen’. ‘Christians are persecuted’

And like, I genuinely don’t understand, what this argument accomplishes. First of all, it’s whataboutism - I broke someone’s leg and got Jail time for it, but my cousin killed someone and got away with it, therefore my actions were morally right!

I guess that’s what you say when you have no other argument to defend your religion and just have to resort to whataboutism.

Also, Im pretty sure the religion that is most mocked in a country with at least some free speech is the predominant one - I hear Hinduism is the most mocked religion in India.

Also, Christianity is the predominant religion in America which tries to force itself into government and strips the rights of others. It’s mostly Christians in the west who force their belief systems onto others, who run conversion therapy camps and have violent militias - the oath keepers aren’t Hindus lmao.

Most people are more focused on their internal politics rather than the politics of other countries, and when the predominant bigoted religion tries to get itself into politics - it’ll get more hate in that country than another religion who does so in a middle eastern country let’s say.

I do agree people need to criticize Islam more in the west - but the main reason most people might be hesitant is because Muslims are a minority in the west and often anti-Muslim stuff is used to slander the whole Arab ethnic group rather than just Members of Islam and keep the ethnic group out of it. To jump to the conclusion that since some people in the west don’t mock Islam as much as Christianity - that therefore Christianity is true and Jesus is coming back - is a ridiculous conclusion.

Another comment I saw said ‘We turn the other cheek as Christians, Muslims slaughter nonbelievers’

And yeah it’s definitely true Muslim countries are more oppressive - but the only reason Christian majority countries are more peaceful is due to centuries of secular thought fighting against religious dogma - the Islamic world never had a secular thought revolution, which is why it’s more oppressive. If we look at most of Christian and Muslim history side by side, they were equally vile. Christians slaughtered and ruined lives and oppressed others until relatively recently - it was Christians who fought against the women’s suffrage and racial desegregation - had it not been for opposition to religious conservative ideas, Christian counties would be just as bad as Muslim ones.

Also - pretty sure people in primarily Christian countries like Uganda, Russia, Christian parts of Nigeria, Hungary face hostility or even hate crimes and persecution if they speak out as open atheists against religious.

Either way - people like David Wood who try to push this narrative that Christianity isn’t as bad as Islam and is therefore the one and only true religion is ridiculous. Like, want a cookie for not beheading the local atheist, or advocating for death penalty for LGBT people?

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[wafflerageface]

As San Francisco district attorney and California attorney general Harris worked to keep non violent offenders locked away in overcrowded underfunded California prisons and used prison labor programs as basically modern slavery. She pushed a law that would give parents a fine of up to 2 thousand dollars in some cases and a year in prison. Thanks to her vulnerable black families where broken up, kids put in the CPS system which we all know is broken and corrupt and her policies in San Francisco targeted mainly gay black men for possession of drugs or soliciting. Harris took glee in locking black people up and harming the poor and vulnerable. She comes from a background of wealth and privilege and I looked it up and yeah her family was a bunch of slave owners. You guys need to demand better. There are better people in the Democrat party.

Lmao this dumbass thinks we get to pick our candidates

Also if you really wanna educate people, maybe post some actual sources. As for your comments about slave owners… I mean. There’s a lot of fucking American families that can probably go yeah I had one too. It’s not like she went time hopping and said hey gramps you know what would be dope? Owning people. She’s also not benefitting from any white privilege, she’s a woman of colour. Idk what the point of that is.

Also also if you’re so pressed about us “demanding a new democrat” why not just demand a new republican too? As a matter of fact we should just throw out the entire election system. We’ll select 4 random ass people off the street and have a beauty contest. Most aesthetically pleasing bitch gets to be king of America. That’s how it works now

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

My bastard boy cat was a bastard child to my old lady cat and just kneaded a blanket while yowling as if he’s the one who was put upon. Anyway, here’s Stranger Things Season 4 Episode 6. Let’s see what’s dumber: the show or my cat.

1.) Patrick’s corpse looks too goofy for me to feel bad for Jason right now.

2.) “Eddie is a vessel for Satan.” Lmao this was a dude who like last episode swore he didn’t believe in the Supernatural. Not to tell him his business but I would not be jumping to Satan even when I was a kid who believed in that shit.

3.) Also, maybe the cops should be worried about a teenager who already hunted down Eddie once when he’s being like ‘EDDIE IS A VESSEL FOR THE DEVIL’. Like I’m gonna be real with you, small town cops will put you in psych ward against your will for less.

4.) I need everyone to understand that even though America’s military fucking LOVES torture, torture does not work. It does not work. It will get you a false confession long before it will get you a real one. Part of the problem though is that media fucking looooooooves torture. Like this isn’t bullshit ‘media makes you violent’ nonsense. Congress literally cited the show 24 during talks about whether torture works. Because it always worked in the fictional bullshit garbage TV show 24.

5.) The shot of El walking down a hall with a team behind her while Brenner talks about how she had a LITERAL STROKE is hilarious.

6.) To be clear, you do not repair broken or dead connections in your brain. Once those are dead, they’re dead forever. They do not come back. You create NEW routes.

7.) Can we talk about how Kali has not been mentioned once? Did the Duffers forget she exists? Like Brenner sucks but he’s not an idiot, so he should be aware that someone is killing people from the fucking place.

8.) Sneaky Eddie steals a walkie with his tongue out.

9.) I love that Robin talked about Eddie’s doe eyes.

10.) The cops releasing Eddie’s name and photo as a ‘person of interest’ in this town based on Jason’s stupid testimony that sounds insane is B-B-B-Bonkers.

11.) Poor Eddie is like, very close to a breakdown and I do not blame him.

12.) Why can’t they just tell Argyle that Suzie’s family is Mormon.

13.) Okay no one ever mentions people are being bonkers in Suzie’s house. Also there are so many kids.

14.) Argyle has a mega crush on Eden that people also never mention.

15.) I’m glad Joyce and Murray survived their plane crash but how did they do that with zero injuries.

16.) Oh, the traitor is still alive too.

17.) I will say that leaving someone in the middle of nowhere tied to a tree is actually killing him. Lmao Like not to get into ridiculous semantics, but just because it wasn’t directly 100% by your hands doesn’t not make it murder.

18.) Yuri decides to help them though because the show can’t actually have either of them do anything terrible.

19.) Oh Antonov is like, catholic or some shit.

20.) What is with this feast?

21.) Hopper was doing SOMETHING on the floor during this rando telling people about upside down monsters.

22.) Hopper was the first dude to figure out the last meal shit????

23.) has anyone edited this plinking scene with El to put a horse into it?

24.) Brenner saying One didn’t exist is hilarious. Like, no kids, we just started at 2 for funsies. Like maybe just say he died or something.

25.) Oh now they finally mention Kali, but still no mention or attempt from anyone actually in charge. Just a memory of a mention.

26.) “We should have just told her the truth”. Sirs, I don’t think you actually know the truth.

27.) When exactly did Steve practically invent Skull Rock as a make out spot?

28.) Lucas is so goddamn sweet.

29.) Why would Robin of all people hint that Nancy and Steve should get back together???????

30.) Robin and Nancy are cute.

31.) Dustin’s dads calling him a butthead is great.

32.) this town hall is bullshit.

33.) Oh god, Jason and his stupid crew. I hate his stupid face. Also suddenly he’s not giving details. Probably because no one would actually believe him. Why doesn’t he just say ‘vessel for Satan’?

34.) Oh suddenly some of the people in the crowd realize their kids are accused cult members.

35.) Jason I wanna beat you silly.

36.) WHY THE FUCK HAS NO ONE CUT HIS MIC? WHY HAS NO ONE ARRESTED HIM FOR ATTEMPTING TO INCITE A GODDAMN RIOT?

37.) Jesus Christ, Powell, you are 5 minutes late and a dollar short.

38.) why are they lying to Susie oh my god.

39.) I love Eden.

40.) Karen, don’t call the cops, oh my god.

41.) “The thing I do now, apparently. I ran.” This implies that this is a new development for Eddie.

42.) Dustin’s gate reveal.

43.) Steve pointing out they can’t put Eddie in danger via a walk in the words.

44.) I’m gonna be real with you, technically Eddie’s statement is nonsense since the Shire isn’t burning into after everyone gets back from Mordor.

45.) IDK who needs to hear this but putting extra black people in the show just for most of them to be background or killed is like, not actually representation.

46.) It’s actually kind of nonsense that Henry is so obsessed with El in the past.

47.) Yuri has a point. He doesn’t need to need to do anything to them at this point. Either they succeed or they die.

48.) Ohhhhhhh Murray is now Yuri and Yuri is now Murray. That’s smart. Maybe. If they’d actually established that no one knows what Yuri looks like, which they didn’t do that first.

49.) Antonov is kind of right about hope. Also, people can absolutely defeat a demogorgon. Hopper should know that. So man I hope this is a distraction or something, because damn, otherwise what are you doing?

50.) Oh Hopper and Antonov got taken out.

51.) I also don’t know how they got a demogorgon here.

52.) Oh, Hopper did have a plan. Good job, bud.

53.) Okay I know what the internet is and I know how I got access to it in the 90s, but I just realized I don’t know how Suzie’s household has it in the 80s.

54.) Oh, Eden and Argyle were getting high.

55.) Maybe one of you two cops could have actually done something about Jason before he became a riot inducer. Maybe when he accused Eddie of being an agent of Satan.

56.) Robin would put Nancy in charge.

57.) “Miss you already.” Robin, you’re the queen of my heart.

58.) What’s with the bully group of kids?

59.) For real why do these kids fucking hate El?

60.) El literally does not know what happened?

61.) Nancy watching Steve and Robin watching Nancy and Eddie watching Steve. Also, Max approves of Steve’s chest hair, almost guaranteed.

62.) Merman Steve Harrington. He can hold his breath for at least a minute.

63.) Max distracting the cops.

64.) damn he really does get just yanked across the ground.

65.) Nancy jumps in. Dustin gets caught by the cops. Robin follows. Eddie calls it stupid and then follows seconds after.

66.) Steve’s first time in the upside down. And he gets to fight mutant bats with an oar and immediately get his ass kicked as he’s strangled. There was like, definitely a version of this where he died.

[soloprayers]

I don’t follow you. I stumbled across your blog through a rabbithole and I checked out your recent series of asks. And at first I was disinclined to post an ask at all, because it’s so easy to have anything a random person has to say to the diatribe you’ve been spewing as mansplaining at best, or misogynistic even worse.

But I think your opinions and stats that you’ve cited is remarkably biased and short sighted. Ignore the fact that you’re citing American stats - which is also to be expected as the typical yankee thinking their country is the centre of the universe - have you even once regarded world stats? Have you understood - truly understood - just how bad the violence against women problem is worldwide? How in Canada rape allegations are typically pursued and believed in core cities but dismissed in rural areas, or how frequent rape is in Africa, or how women are constantly groped in Japan and just expected to stay meek and silent?

These problems are societal, institutional and it’s going to take hundreds of years if not thousands to overcome.

But it’s not so simple as just violence against women. 1 in 7 men experience violence in intimate relationships. Men fight and kill eachother and the violence done against women - however heartbreaking it might be - pales in comparison to the violence men do against other men.

But… I think it’s really easy to be angry at men. At face value blanket statements like “men fucking suck” are such a fucking cop out. There are abusive women, I don’t need to cite examples about the teachers, and prison guards and criminals and so forth. I could just as easily say “women fucking suck” - to which the only retort you really have that matters is “yeah but not as much as men”.

Even yourself. You don’t want “fat and ugly” men hitting on you, which is you doing the exact same to them that they’re doing to you. They’re hitting on you because they’re projecting their attraction. You’re rejecting them because they don’t meet your standards. It’s different sides of the same coin!

I think you’re young. You haven’t lived enough to truly understand how bad it is. I am not being dismissive of what happens to YOU. No one should receive nasty comments when they post a picture. You’re not meat. I’m not saying that your viewpoint isn’t valid. I’m saying that you’ve got a fraction of the information you need.

But some of us men are out here, fighting the fight. Trying to affect change. Creating dialogues, actively pursuing a difference in the world. Alongside the women who want the same things. And as a 40ish man who has been doing this for 20 years… chill. The. Fuck. Out. You’re going to burn yourself out before you make any significant impact. It’s going to take the entire human race to change these problems.

I’m staying in anonymous not because I’m a “pussy”, but because I’m never going to think of you again and it’s not about me. I just hope I gave you something to think about.

quite frankly, you’ve given me nothing to think about. once again, you’re proving my point that men are violent and gross. ofc men have male on male crime, they’re scientifically more violent. i could’ve told you that from the beginning lmao. why would i be sympathetic towards that situation when i already knew that men were violent, as i’ve stated before?

and yes i used american statistics, i live in fucking america??? am i supposed to use statistics for other countries? and like i JUST SAID, YOURE PROVING MY POINT FURTHER. I KNOW MEN R4PE, I KNOW MEN ARE VIOLENT IN OTHER COUNTRIES AS WELL.

and yes i will fat shame because you don’t understand how gross it is when a man that’s old enough to be your dad is hitting on you. especially when you’re a minor. i never invited attractive men into my life either though, they’re just as gross and bad.

now you wanna say i don’t understand the severity of the problem but i’m literally the one trying to fix it, you’re proving my point but think you’re not because you are literally mansplaining. i’m putting my emotions out there, these emotions have been created by FUCKING MEN. would i be this angry if i’d never been r4ped, assaulted, abused, or manipulated? hmmmmmm probably not. look at yourself, you called me a piece of meat and then retracted it when i pulled out a sensible argument. you’re just as stupid as anyone else in your kind :) you can’t say things and then take it back when you wanna act all high and mighty. i’m 18 years old, it’s sad that i have such strong feelings on this already in my life. i will protect everyone i can, i don’t give a fuck if that bothers you. it doesn’t take the entire human race, i will not stop. you don’t know what i’ve seen and how many children i’ve already saved and how many predators i’ve already put in jail. you don’t fucking know me or what i’ve been through or if i’ll burn out. use the bullshit excuse that i’m young, it’s not like old men are any more sensible than a 12 year old boy. age isn’t a factor here, i’ve already been shown how the world is. i will not stop until i get all of you motherfuckers.

[haleviyah]

PoC was such a wasted concept of a movie. I mean the atmosphere, the costumes, the acting were so good, a cut above the rest of Christan medias, WHY it had to be gratuitous violent and (knowingly or not) antisemitic? The Jesus portrayed by Caviezel is my favourite but it would have been ten thousand better if Gibson didn't focused only on the Passion.

I will refute that.

For 2002-2004 Hollywood, the film was impressive. Mind you this film was written and finished before the Writer's Guild Strike of 2003! So it dodged a bullet to a degree, because think about it: If the film was written AFTER that strike (let's say 2008 or 2010), Gibson and the writers wouldn't have as much freedom with the script as they did between 1999-2002. Despite its religious hiccups and habits the film exposed the audience to Aramaic despite being broken and slow as according to some communities in the Middle East who have seen the film. Let's face it, Aramaic wouldn't have been introduced to Catholic communities in Latin and South America had it not been for Gibson's stubbornness.

As someone with rich Mexican and Roman Catholic heritage the film was a reminder to us on Pope John Paul II's plea to respect and honour the Jews. Remember, Latin America is staunchly sensitive to the Hebrews and we still have a generation that lived through both an anti-semitic pope and then suddenly transition to a pro-semitic pope whilst witnessing the birth of the State of Israel in 1948. Most of that generation believed apocalypse was upon them after hearing the news and prayed for penance. We literally thought we were screwed...

Now to answer your question: There is a saying in warfare

"You cannot pick your armies."

This aspect applies for major passion projects, and you have to work with what you have whilst divorcing slothful habits of being a begging chooser. Yes, Gibson is a piece of work but just because we so happen to disagree does not make me obligated to hate him as a person. I mean, who else can you think of that can rock the boat just as efficiently as the Aussie SOB can?

Franklin Graham? The dude failed witnessing to Japan.

Kirk Cameron? Too picky for his own good on his worst days, and has worse "anti-semetic" films under his belt ('Left Behind' Series).

Kendrick Brothers? Every other film is an unnecessary emotional parade.

Roma Downey? Too damn soft and probably has a man-made spine forged from "angel dust".

The reason why the film 'Passion of the Christ' had to be rough and gritty is to show people the precariousness of life - your decisions have consequences. Hell, my series "Rose of Sharon" is gruesome for the same reasons! Get mad at me too if you don't like gore because it's going to be in there (LMAO).

Regardless of the zeitgeist you are born into, your choices do have consequences, every action equals to an equal and opposite reaction and it's up you to either run from it or learn from it.

But when I take a step back and breathe from all this, the appendix of this is I'd rather stop answering questions about others' projects. I'm too tired to rant over something that cannot be changed. Begging for such is just as futile and counterproductive as constantly mourning over a family member resting.

I'd rather move forward.

I'd rather answer questions that focus on "Rose of Sharon" and where that is going to go. I mean we have so much planned the series that has yet to be shared. The series is more than rebellion against religion, it's a series that focuses on growth, coming out of your comfort zone, healing, and most of all knowing and accepting who you ought to be rather than caving into what others want you to be. And we do need a message like that these days where peer pressure is seen as "G-d's will". The series is a unique hybrid that has only peaked its dorsal fin, but I want to share more when it's time!

I want people to have fun with "Rose of Sharon", and also to walk away with something relatable at least.

Joshua (Yehoshua) is in no way trying to trump the "Yeshua" from PoC, nor belittle "Jesus" from "The Bible Series", nor replace "The Prince of Peace" commission my Akiane despite his design being made to defy or play around with such ideas. He's an individual that is living and breathing in a way that astoundingly leaves people guessing where he is going to go for once. He's unpredictable in a healthy way for once since this series launched in 2016. And I believe Josh and the entire project of RoS would work best when not being compared so much to other projects so early in development. I mean, such a habit nearly killed the project in the begging and I respectively would rather not repeat that mistake in 2023 or beyond.