#very religious in nature

[secondbeatsongs]

Hello! I'm Julie from Cariona and I just want to ask if you're interested in doing ads/promotions here on Tumblr? If yes, how much do you charge per reblog?

For proof of legitimate promotions, you can check @catchymemes, @sulfatto, @isnt, and many others.

Website for reference: http://cariona.com Over 200 five star Facebook reviews: https://www.facebook.com/carionaproducts/reviews

Please feel free to respond here or reach out to us on [email protected] for more details! Thank you once again and have a great week!

absolutely fascinating that you decided to send this as an ask, when you also DM'd me. unfortunately, you may realize that this was a mistake - you see, asks can be responded to publicly.

so, allow me to respond:

hi, Julie! I'd never heard about Cariona before, so I decided to go poking around, and I learned something!

well, I learned a few things, actually. from your site, Cariona seems to be a small business that sells reusable menstrual products. and while I will never advertise a product that I haven't used, there's nothing wrong with wanting people to promote your company.

I have, however, found a few problems.

the first thing I found was this post by @crafiet from May 12th of last year, saying that shortly after making a purchase on your website, her debit card info was leaked, and used to make facebook ad purchases.

it seems that at least back then, your payment system was insecure. I'm really hoping you've fixed that, because. yikes.

and when I messaged crafiet to ask if it was okay if I linked to her post, she also mentioned that even though your website says you ship from Georgia, her package came shipped from China, and took a long time to arrive.

that's pretty sketchy.

the next thing I found was some folks talking about receiving cards with their orders that have a QR code on them with the words "Scan For God's Message To You", and that on the other side, have this bible verse:

O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is. Psalm 63:1

fun fact! that's from the King James Version (which I have a lot of thoughts about, but I'm not going to get into that right now).

additional fun fact! that particular psalm is from that time David fled to the wilderness because Jonathan's dad was trying to kill him.

and that's why I have to talk about the verses that follow it:

(ID in alt text; link to the NIV version if you want it)

so...are we like 100% sure it's god that David is thinking about here? because...I mean...that's pretty horny, right? and all of this while on the run from his boyfriend's dad?

I'm not saying anything, but like...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

it's a weird verse to choose for this, that's all.

anyway, back to you, Cariona: after seeing people talking about the bible verse cards, I decided to poke around your website more, and allll the way at the bottom of it, finally found your "About Us" page, which ends with this:

...look. there's nothing inherently wrong with being christian. but to say "we do not wish to impose any beliefs on our customers", and to then put bible verse cards in people's orders? that's sneaky, and I don't like it.

I also think it's a bit sneaky that you've flagged your tumblr account as pro-trans on shinigami eyes. at least, I assume you flagged it yourselves, because I didn't find a single post on your blog that mentions trans issues.

(though you have, entertainingly, reblogged some stranger things fanart, and a castiel cat cosplay)

and while your website uses very gender-neutral language, your "About Us" page doesn't say anything about being inclusive of trans people, just that you don't "discriminate against anyone who has a different belief than ours."

unfortunately, that's not good enough for me. I have this sneaking suspicion that "trans people are the gender they say they are" counts as a "different belief".

lastly, since you say on your website that people can message you asking about your faith, I had a friend do that!

baptists. you're baptists, which is a pretty conservative denomination.

and according to you, part of that 10% you donate goes to your local churches, and some missionaries. who are also probably baptists.

so.

in the end, I just...don't trust you? I don't trust that the 10% you're donating is going to organizations that aren't homophobic or transphobic. I don't believe that you're not trying to impose your beliefs on others, because that's what you're obviously doing. I mean, your "About Me" says that one of the reasons you built this company is to spread the gospel.

and I especially don't like it that you reached out to me (an openly queer person) for promotion without mentioning that you're an evangelical company.

so to answer your question, Julie: no. I am not interested in doing ads or promotions for you on tumblr. and honestly, you probably picked the wrong website for this kind of thing.

#asks #carionausa #cariona #additional info for the record: #my friend told me they did say they donate to some environmental stuff #like maybe wwf they thought? #but from the wording they weren't sure #and also another charity called #Connecticut Quest for Peace #which I couldn't find out much about #it doesn't have a rating on charity navigator #but the posts I found about it on tumblr are all...mmm #very religious in nature #and no judgement if that's your jam #but it's not my kind of thing #so #no thanks #I don't like the idea of promoting a company that gives money to the baptist church and other religious organizations #I just don't #sbs rambles #and I couldn't even find much information about cariona besides this #no business registered in georgia under that name so #who knows #I wonder...hmm #if I was just looking at this information #with no other context #with the errors on the website #and the shipping from china #...I wonder where Cariona _is_ based. #or if it is in georgia - what name is it registered under?

[canisalbus]

If Machete and Vasco were roommates before they became a couple, there had to have been moments of innocent touching/body contact, followed by deep gay panic.

.

#I think the transition from platonic friends to a couple was very gradual the line was blurry #even if they weren't a proper serious item yet their relationship was definitely romantically tinted #by the time they rented that tiny attic room together #Vasco had figured out his orientation early on he was well past the identity crisis phase #Machete had mountains of religious trauma to work through so his road to self acceptance was rocky but he did reach it eventually #he guilt and shame and doubt kept resurfacing every now and then but the need for love and companionship was stronger #Vasco is naturally tactile and affectionate it doesn't take much to get an occasional hug or back pat or hand holding from him #and Machete had grown in a touch deprived bubble so as soon as he managed to overcome the initial fear and repulsion #he began to metamorphose into the lap dog he probably should've been all along #casual physical closeness was present even before things got lovey-dovey but that doesn't mean there weren't moments of gay panic #answered #skunkbomb

[madanimalscientist]

In Your Heart, I See the Start of Every Night and Every Day (Chapters 1 &2)

Charlie x Vaggie - Soulmate/Soulmark AU:

Angels don't have soulmates - they know exactly what purpose they had been created for. You might as well ask if swords had soulmates, or trees, or pieces of furniture.

In which Vaggie Falls, in more than one sense of the word, and Charlie is there to catch her.

Chapter 1 is kind of short so combining chapters 1 and 2 into a single post. Much thanks to the folks at the VoxVal HQ Discord and to @coppercrow for listening to me brainstorm/encouraging me. Crossposted to Ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54737719

Chapter 1: Let Us Walk on Stained Glass

“Sinful filth like you has no place in Heaven…” Lute’s words echoed in her ears as she scrambled down the alley, staggering, unbalanced and in massive pain, trying to find somewhere, anywhere, to hide until this was all over. At least she wasn’t bleeding - the wounds from Lute’s sword had cauterized immediately, leaving the alley and her armor splattered with golden blood. Her underlayer was clean, and she’d stripped out of her armor, shoving it behind the bags of trash that littered the alley. If she could just hide herself somewhere, maybe she could blend in enough to escape notice until she figured out what the Hell (literally) was going on. 

Using her spear as a crutch, Vaggie leaned against a dumpster, briefly catching her breath, as her arm writhed with a strange sensation. It wasn’t the sharp pain of her eye or back, but a creeping, tingling feeling under her skin. She looked down, eye widening in horror as she saw the black markings coiling along her upper arm, spreading out across her shoulder. 

“No, no no no, no no no, not this….” she whimpered. She knew what this was - a soulmark. In humans they were a good thing, a gift after the Fall to remind them of their divine purpose and bring them closer to the Great Plan. Humans needed reminders of how they had deviated from the Path of Righteousness and soulmarks were meant to guide you back to those who would help you attain it, but ultimately they were a symbol of humanity’s distance from the Divine Plan. For angels who had been created out of the stuff of Heaven itself, soulmarks were unnecessary - they knew exactly what purpose they had been created for. You might as well ask if swords had soulmates, or trees, or pieces of furniture. 

She dragged herself further along the alley, slumping against a dumpster as she felt the tingling spread up her collarbone to her throat. The marks barely hurt, especially in comparison to her other wounds, but to Vaggie they might as well have been a searing brand. She was well and truly Fallen now, wasn’t she? When Lucifer and his host Fell, they were marked with symbols of the rings of Hell they were bound to for all eternity, a permanent symbol of their deviation from what had been Divinely Ordained. She didn’t want this! She hadn’t wanted to disobey, all she had done was hesitate. To question, to stop and think, to show mercy. Was that really such a bad enough sin to leave her marked and marred? To cast her from Heaven forever?

She collapsed against the dumpster, her spear skittering underneath it as she fell over, the shock and injury catching up with her. She knew she was a sitting duck like this, but she couldn’t keep going, she was too exhausted. And if she was Fallen now….well, whatever happened, she was going to get what she deserved.

Chapter 2: And What was Just a World is a Star

Charlie picked her way through the wreckage and debris of Pentagram City. The city’s elite had weathered the Extermination in their reinforced bunkers, but most weren’t so lucky. The property damage and carnage caused by the Exterminators had left many Sinners injured or worse, and just because Extermination Day was over didn’t mean danger had passed, far from it, unfortunately. The first few hours were usually quiet enough as people assessed what all had been damaged and lost, but soon enough the turf wars and territory squabbles would start up again. If she wanted to have the best chance of helping survivors without getting caught in the crossfire, this was it.

Already people were barricading their own areas, and she conjured some extra hammers and sandbags for  a group of demons who were trying to reinforce a damaged storefront. Everywhere there were bloodstains and bodies, wreckage and ruin. She helped where she could, where it was welcome - lifting heavy objects here, conjured water and first aid supplies there. About half of those she encountered told her to fuck off and leave them alone, but that wasn’t unexpected, though it was, as always, disheartening. 

Further towards the city center, she found that her favorite bookshop was still standing, but had lost half of its staff when a group of Exterminators had gotten inside. She expressed her condolences to the proprietor, who readily accepted her help in repairing the damage, but even as she used her magic to help mop away the bloodstains, it felt like so little in comparison to what she wanted to do. What was the use of being Princess of Hell if she couldn’t protect her people?

In the past she’d argued that they should do something to stop the Exterminations, that they should be fighting back. She couldn’t understand how he didn’t see his own people as worth fighting for. She spent weeks researching and diagramming and had drawn up a full-on battle plan as to how all the forces of Hell could be combined across the rings to protect the Sinners from the annual purge, only to have her parents firmly explain that this simply wasn’t possible. Getting the Extermination limited to just the Sinners had been difficult enough to negotiate, and any overt move against Heaven could see them plunged into all-out war. 

“The Hellborn are protected from Extermination because of the treaty we signed,” her father had said. “That specifically includes you.There are millions of Sinners, but I have only one daughter! I am not taking the risk that some overzealous nutjob can’t tell the difference between you and an acceptable target and tries it anyway. I can’t lose you! ” The sheer anguish on his face had stopped her in her tracks. They didn’t argue often, but that one had stuck with her. 

She’d dropped the subject, but for a while after it had felt like she couldn’t have a moment to herself, always being watched by her tutors or servants, as if they were waiting for her to run off and declare war on Heaven in a fit of rebellion. As if wanting to save her people was a phase she would grow out of rather than a matter of doing what was right. Things had gotten even more tense and awkward for a while, with lots of uncomfortable silences at meals and lots of Charlie screaming into her pillow when she was alone. She understood their fears, or at least their unwillingness to take overt action, but why couldn’t she at least do something ? Over time, the tenseness and distance got worse, and she was left feeling like neither of her parents understood her....like they didn't want to even try.

Eventually, they’d made a Deal: if she really wanted to move out of the Palace and have her own space, she could live in the family’s old mansion on the outskirts of Pentagram City. But she would not be able to leave the mansion on Extermination Day. She’d rankled at it, but he’d held firm. Once Extermination Day was over she could do as she wished, as long as it didn’t violate the treaty with Heaven, and for the other 364 days of the year she was welcome to try any outreach efforts she wanted. Recognizing it as the best deal she was likely to get, she’d agreed, but some part of her was still disappointed she wasn’t able to do more. Instead, she had focused her efforts on really trying to get to know her subjects, now that she was living a lot closer to their main city.

It had…..not gone as well as expected, honestly. A friendly smile and a can-do attitude got you a lot of places but winning over hearts and minds in Hell was not one of them. A lot of Sinners had blown her off from the get go. But she hadn’t let that stop her, and she kept trying. It had only been a few years but she’d made some headway already, there were a few shops and places in town where she’d become a regular visitor, and had even gotten to know some new people. People that weren’t her former classmates from Hell School or the stuffy Goetia courtiers that ran Hell’s bureaucracy, even! And her post-Extermination Day first aid and cleanup missions had been helping, she was sure of it. 

Passing by the opening of an alley, she saw a woman slumped against a dumpster. She stopped dead in her tracks. Oh no, this wouldn’t do at all…someone by herself all out in the open like this and injured…the Exterminators may be gone but she would be easy pickings for any scavengers that came by. Especially this close to Cannibal Town... If Charlie could move her to a safer location….yes, that would be good! She could help this nice lady find her way home and then still get back in time before the heavy artillery fire got going.

Close up, she could see that the woman was a grey-skinned Sinner with short fluffy white hair, clad in a white and grey dress over black leggings. Her soulmark, larger than most, appeared to be some sort of musical notation, oh how cute! Of course the more pressing issue was the woman’s eye, which was clearly badly injured. Good thing she had been passing by, the Sinner clearly needed medical attention right away. With an injury like that, no wonder she had passed out, and who knows how long she had been lying there. Yes, she could help patch her up and get her to safety, and there would be one less Sinner in danger. It wasn’t much, what she did could never be enough, but it was something at least. She carefully moved closer, and as she did, the woman’s other eye opened, revealing a red sclera with a pale gold iris. 

“Excuse me, miss? Hi, sorry, can you hear me? Do you know where you are?” She asked, leaning in towards the woman, her voice full of concern. 

“Mmmmh?”  The woman looked up at her blearlily, still slumped boneless against the dumpster. 

Right! Always best to ask before rendering medical attention but needs must. “Hi, I’m Charlie, I’m here to help you, okay? You’ve been badly injured. Just sit right there, and I’ll get you fixed up in a jiffy!” She knelt in front of the woman, pulling out some gauze from her pocket. “Let’s get your eye seen to…”

She moved to start bandaging the woman’s face, feeling a prickle of static electricity in the air as she got closer. She briefly wondered if a storm was coming in, resolving to get them both under cover as soon as possible just in case, and reached towards her face. 

Time seemed to slow as she touched the other woman’s skin, the slightest touch of fingers against cheek sending an electric shock between the both of them. It was like touching a live wire. No, it was like being the wire. No, it was like being the storm itself, electric and euphoric all at once. It was so intense it felt like it should have hurt, but it didn’t hurt at all! It felt amazing, like she was touching Creation itself, like whatever this was, it was Exactly Right. 

She came back to herself, breathing like she’d just run a marathon. Her fingers were still gently touching the other woman’s cheek, but they were sitting in a small crater, the alleyway around them having been reduced to rubble from what had just happened. 

She felt herself blushing as they both stared at each other in wide-eyed shock.

“Ooooooh my gosh!”

~~~~

More to come, probably after Easter - anticipating about 6 chapters all told probably? Will feature Lucifer in flashbacks in future chapters, and some Ozzie/Fizz in later chapters as well.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #charlie morningstar #charlie magne #vaggie #charlie x vaggie #my fanfic #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #vaggie has so much religious trauma #in which I get very metaphysical about the nature of soulmarks

[firstroseofspring]

b’elanna vs her mother at similar ages, plus some sketches!

#my art #star trek voyager #my very first deanna…. my original obsession. if i ever read as much about betazoids as i do klingons we’re all in grave danger #also wrt the first image b'elanna is. 12 years old and as such is about to go emo mode but not quite yet. the girly girl thing is a front #sometime in winter she'll chop her hair off without permission #what do we think? human girl look to fit into the image her father has while he's still around or after to try and get him back? #miral is also a little bookish like b'elanna but on different subjects.... likes to keep to herself naturally but is also loudmouthed and #got told she shared her opinion too often a lot in university. didn't stop her though she speaks up when she thinks (knows) she's right #what did she study? don't ask me my answer changes with the weather #botany....linguistics.....military strategy.....chemistry....... uhmmmm religious studies. or even better the klingon system doesn't have #starfleet equivalents and she spent ages 15-22 doing apprenticeships for a certain (or multiple) disciplines #anyway. #kessik 2352 b'elanna has trouble sitting still for photos until she gets a little older so all the pics from before 7 are of her father #physically holding her so that she won't wander OR off guard shots or super blurry. theres more videos of that time than anything

[shrikeseams]

Thinking about some of the meta I've seen about the flight of the Noldor (and I'm not vagueing anyone, I've seen this kinda thing a few times and from folks I don't follow, so they've already trickled out of my head, sorry, bit it's not personal)--ANYWAY. The thing is that there's an underlying assumption that the noldor should have trusted the valar, because the Valar told them that the Oath couldn't be fulfilled and that they couldn't win against Morgoth, and that was ultimately proven correct.

But like. The thing is. The Valar had just proven to be incredibly fallible.

The wonderful Light that drew the elves on to Valinor? That they built their lives around? That's gone. And it's gone because the valar just very publicly screwed up. It's gone because the Valar released Melkor, and fucking told the elves that he was trustworthy, and they were extremely wrong. The Trees are dead because they couldn't bring Melkor back into custody in a timely manner. None of this inspires confidence in their ability to deal with Melkor in the future.

Finwe is dead because the Valar were wrong.

Valinor has been proven to be unsafe because the valar were wrong.

(Arguably the kinslaying at Alqualonde is further proof that the Valar can't keep Aman safe against elves, let alone one of their own number.)

Feanor called it on Melkor. Feanor was proven right to build fortifications, even in Aman. Feanor was proven right to make back-ups of the Light, even if it was stolen. (Just because he wasn't going to hand them over for Yavanna to crack like eggs doesn't mean they wouldn't have been put to good use.) Feanor has been trying to leave Aman for a long time, and right at that crisis point he looks like a great bet. It would have looked like he'd seen it all coming, and that the Valar had invited disaster into their own home.

Hindsight is 20/20, and during the Darkening Feanor looks like a damn oracle. Why would they believe the Valar at that moment? The Valar have just lost an INCREDIBLE amount of face and authority. Trust is very easy to break and very difficult to rebuild.

#Tolkien #Continuing the tradition of talking out of my ass #But tbh I stand by this one #It's not countertextual. It's just recognition of human nature #Or elven nature in this case #But the choices made in the Silm typically feel very human to me #Tbh I think the Valar never really *regain* that authority #Maybe with the Vanyar #But between Alqualonde and the drowning of beleriand? The failure to take sauron into custody? Numenor? #I don't think they get much public back-talk (they've proven too dangerous for that) #But it's hard to trust a political OR religious body that fucks up so enormously and publicly and whose failure invokes such violence #Especially for anyone who didn't make the Journey or who wasn't raised in Aman itself #Tbh I suspect a lot of the elves of ME see the Valar like I see the democratic party (us politics) #There's no doubt to me that they are *better than the alternative * #And sometimes they'll do something very helpful! But they do not actually have my best interests at heart #They are useful. They are better than the alternative. And they are not worthy of true unfaltering trust. #San shoots the breeze

[alienjaes]

Fallen

I saw an angel today Ribcage splayed to the sky Like a prayer borne of bone Vestments of red velvet Raiments of blissful decay Its eyes stared unblinking At the vaulted world above While its kin gathered quietly Taking parts of it with them To return it to the blue

(This is about a bird carcass I saw on the sidewalk)

#very rarely does a corpse or skeleton not squick my brain #but this time I glanced down and it was just. Gorgeous in its display #like someone had placed it there just for others to witness #something something the beauty of nature or whatever #also i'm not religious this is not religious I just like the idea of pigeons and magpies as angels #eating each other #alienwords #poetry #p.s. this is. Again. about a dead bird I saw.

[swiftfootedachilles]

what do i have to do to get people to read my stuff actually like im not about to get in everyones faces begging for attention but i dont understand how im expected to make FREE fandom content without much feedback on my work

#ignore my ranting but im actually so fucked disillusioned #like why are there so many people who scream about supporting each other and lifting up small creators #and they never do it themselves unless its their friend #sorry i dont sit at the popular table but i never expected that it would impact my reach this much #my newest fic has more hits but less kudos and less comments than my first #it's so obvious people only interacted on my first fic *because* it was my first fic #and thank you so fucking much to the people who have given me kind words #and literally religiously rbing my stuff because you think im worth listening to #this isn't about me crying because im not popular #people with bigger followings are naturally going to get more attention #but the only reason ive started posting my fics is because all these POPULAR BLOGS were like 'we support each other here!!!' #'were a big family were not a big fandom so any time someone posts it brings a smile to our faces!' blah blah blah #like youre out here lying for clout you literally only leave feed or kudos if its your fucking friend 😭 not even if its good #i guess id rather have less people interacting if it means the feedback i get is genuine and not just blowing smoke up my ass #but it still hurts to write a fic that flops and then write another fic thats over 3x longer than my first fic #WITH A PREMISE THAT POPULAR WRITERS HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT BEFORE AND BLEW UP FOR IT AND PEOPLE IDOLIZE THEIR WRITING #so im expecting to get more feedback and constructive criticism because it's a concept that a lot of people seem to love #only to get EVEN LESS FEEDBACK THAN ON MY FIRST FIC #like sorry to everyone who genuinely likes my writing i actually love you so much #but im very rejection sensitive and don't plan on continuing this. it seriously hurts me. it triggers my abandonment and selfhatred shit ba #like im sick to my stomach that another thing im passionate about is sucking the life out of me & i cant even get my foot in the door #donut rebagel this thanks and goodbye

[katyspersonal]

Speaking of "something intimate touched by dirty hands", I'll be real, I kinda do still need someone to "cleanse" image of Mic0lash for me. Ever since the grand fandom rift I've of course fallen onto the better side where fans are trying their best, I just can tell my Mic mutuals are trying their best with the guy. But something so incredibly bad is connected with the character- You guys know how negative experiences with people can ruin a character (and you're in luck if not the whole piece of media)? This character for me is a manifestation that if someone claims to really love and need me, I should keep in mind that it is a lie I should not trust.

I should know by now that when something sounds too good to be true - it IS, but he is like... an "avatar" of that realization. Someone I could just look at at be reminded without the words that yes, I should remember that I'll never be happy or valued like I want to. That my "ability" to see something good even in the darkest people or to listen to the intention of even the most distorted message is reserved for someone else. For something else. I am just not built for things like long friendships, celebrating holidays, exploring the world together, just being loved, just being able to trust, just being cared about, just sharing life with someone. My role in this world is to be a "tutorial enemy". Someone people would have a negative experience with but in exchange, understand who they are and what they really want in life, and let go of their struggles and wishes that tormented them. But I feel like I can only fulfill my purpose in this world for as long as I am ignorant about it. If I stop trusting people and seeking the type of love I need - I won't get attached, so I won't get hurt when people hurt me, so I won't be slain. Because this is what I am in - a videogame enemy that people need to defeat to level up and proceed to their own games. And if I stop respawning - how I can be what I am?

I just should not learn a thing, because people better off after they "murder" me. More cruel and reclused, but better off - more self-sufficient, more confident, more.. secure of how much good they deserve. It would just help them to be more cautious when someone actually toxic appears. Like, someone who is not even self-aware, not struggling and not remorseful. So they won't take chances, to the better.

But I just need to blind myself to the truth, because I've got nothing better to offer to this world than being that "tutorial enemy". People are better after slaying me. I drop Insight points upon being stabbed, and it happened so many times. I guess this character is just cursed with being associated with a truth so horrible that it is better off not realizing it and just be moved like a pawn.

#/vent #personal #i just really need to forget #i'll never know rest and won't be anything but a tool #like i see patterns and i see my role is not a happy one #even when it is not me doing something - i cause collateral effect of the same nature #like... because of the rift that i was the result of my very very very nice and sweet friend had to learn to stand against the bullies #was this a good and useful skill? yes. was it me who attracted the said bullies? YES. #the punchline is that the person that ruined the character for me was probably the only one able to appreciate a place like this in- #-the grand scheme of things #and not just write it down as mad ravings of depressed/traumatized person #i don't believe that the world functions as well and sound as how religious people paint it #if there is truly the purpose to all this then in the end i'll just be discarded like a tool that completed its purpose and now- #-would just otherwise collect the dust #there is no other meaning in my life than to be a step towards someone else's progress and sometimes even happiness #yet i can't just.... trade my life for a different one you know? it's all i can do #i appear in the right time and place and cause chaos past which people are better for one reason or another #most learn how important they are after ditching me. some become kinder if they realize they were cruel to me #but one thing that is certain is that i am just discarded and forgotten to 'respawn' when the need arises again.

[shoechoe]

I find it interesting that Diavolo routinely brings up an "afterlife" to the people he's about to kill. (With both Bruno and Risotto, he specifically commends their strength/achievements and says they will find respite in the "afterlife"- with Polnareff, he does a more generic "you're going to hell" speech, but it's still a mention). It makes me wonder more if Diavolo genuinely believes in any sort of religion/"heaven" and "hell" or if he's just saying things to make his enemies lose the will to keep going

#rambles #short posts #Diavolo was raised by a priest and the ''Hell'' is assumedly specific to Christianity but he was also just using it as a generic insult #i don't know what the original japanese said but ''afterlife'' is a pretty general word for a post-death place #it could mean a specific religion's afterlife or just the general concept of one #so i think it's kind of interesting. like does diavolo believe in an afterlife? religiously or just generally? #or is he just trying to manipulate them by saying that? #Edgy Atheist diavolo is very funny to me but also i think it's not off the table that he is religious #that would fit with his contradictory nature (he would likely be christian yet his name is Devil) #idk araki almost definitely didn't think about like any of this so

[eviltmbg]

Christ In The Desert, Ivan Kramskoi, 1872 // The Temptation In The Wilderness, Briton Rivière, 1898 // The Temptation In The Wilderness, John St John Long, 1824

Polygondwanaland

#posting in the dark #kglw #king gizzard and the lizard wizard #kgatlw #polygondwanaland #web weaving #religion #hi folks. this post is very autistic of me. i know this. this is enriching for me #im just connecting dots that are not there i feel it is fascinating to see the parallels in these #i hope you enjoy it. bc i do. and polygon as an album is deeply important to me. and of course religious in nature i feel

[gentlemanbutch]

I’m bored and have been watching videos about green witchcraft and kinda want to try it, honestly mostly because it looks very peaceful and like a way to be more mindful about everyday actions, but also I’m nervous that doing anything remotely spiritual would drive my OCD up the wall

#Christianity made my ocd absolutely insane as a very small child and I am still recovering #like the religious trauma is. bad. #and I am prone to magical thinking so I’m like ooh. uh yeah idk if I could do that without it becoming compulsive! #but also just like doing things with intention seems nice and I love nature and have so many plants #so like. idk

[galaghiel]

something something c!tommy as a nephalem who everyone thinks is only a demon bc he doesn't show his feathered wings. everyone thinks so bc they only see his horns and tail. when he got revived he gained another pair of wings and a halo. kinda like ascending or prime recognizing him yadda yadda

#dream smp #tommyinnit #c!tommyinnit #what of i draw this huh #what if i make a comic out of it #i always love the demon and angel tommy designs so why not both? #also being a nephalem a half angel half demon being very religious #a creature that by all means is against the natural order but loves the nature sm #prime (or maybe even xd) recognizing ctommy and giving him more wings a.d halo as like... look man the concept of divinity and religion— #in the dsmp is always so fascinating and something abt ctommy hiding his more angelic traits rather than the demonic ones tickles my brain

[perenlop]

have no real desire to replay star allies’s main story mode but i do wanna rewatch some cutscenes to refresh myself on the mage sisters dynamic and hyness bc ive been thinking about my “magolor was also raised by hyness alongside the mage sisters” hc/au

#estranged brother they dont talk about anymore bc he got out of the cult basically #i think the way he took in magolor was very different from the sisters. while he got the sisters when they were all desperate #and on the brink of death i think he took in magolor as a baby #while the sisters are not jambandran or halcandran. magolor is clearly a halcandran descendant and boy does hyness project that onto him #*projects his beef with the halcandrans onto mag #and this is why despite the ancients/halcandrans being more invested in technology #their descendant magolor is a mage who has religious connotations with his story #(ik the jambandran religion doesnt reflect christianity at all but still) #basically bc thats what he was actually raised with. nature vs nurture and all that #and i think thats like part of where his fucked up views on relationships come from too bc hyness was definitely hard on him #and hyness's relationship w the sisters was canonically very fucked up and forced and born through manipulation #and i think hyness actually would have thrown him out instead of mag leaving of his own accord #(bc mag was obsessed with his ancestors and wanted to be like them and that pissed hyness off) #i also think that like mag was treated harshly and when he left zan was the one to get the worst of hyness's abuse #bc the roles shifted and now shes the one being isolated and forced to depend only on his religion and devotion #(can u tell im not a fan of how hyness was canonically handled. im leaning into him being a literal cult leader in my head lol) #bc textually thats just what he is and im kinda miffed that the dlc just glosses over it w ''oh he was nice at some point tho'' #why were ppl comparing magolor to lusamine when hyness is the one who actually has the same writing issues as her #anyways tho back to mag. yeah hyness shaped his worldviews and shit #oh my god wait i could also say that part of magolor's robe is based off of hyness's look #and how magolor basically puts his face on everything #and you can take two things from that. one is that hyness perhaps forced it onto him to the point where mag keeps that part of the robe #even after hes been kicked out. and him losing that part of it in his dream robe design is him finally moving on from him #and the alternative is that magolor added that to his robe out of spite bc iirc hyness does not like his face #and magolor was like ''well ok fuck you dad'' #which makes him putting his face on everything even funnier hes like advertising his dads face kinda #echoed voice

[valaratminaforaldrar]

i was thinking kas grew up in just a extremist religious household but not in a like. blood sacrifices kind of way you know. but i think it would be kind of funnny if he did grow up in a blood sacrifices kind of religious household actually

#tristan slowly realising that kas doesn't just do the things he does because he's a cult leader but he just genuinely thinks they're #normal things to do #kas is like sigh i remember before the apocalypse when every family would do blood sacrifices before dinner every night. i miss that #and tristan's like sorry what.......................... #like he's not opposed to it NOW but #for the record as much as kas's religious trauma matters. he would be a cult leader either way it's just in his nature i think #kas would not be a normal person without the trauma like i need to make that very clear

[glimblshanks]

Hey from your description I think it's a really good idea for you to seek treatment for OCD yeah. spoken as someone who thought they didn't have it and had a complete spiral less than 24 hours ago. you may be coping but you should still get treatment.

Yeah, I'm leaning towards seeking a diagnosis, it's just difficult because finding an therapist who takes my insurance, won't be weird about my various other identites, and is actually specialized in OCD is not a small challenge, even in a bigger city.

It honestly hadn't even occurred to me that some of my behaviors might not be normal until I read Maria Bamfords new book and some of her descriptions of having OCD hit way too close to home, so I'm still kind of fresh on the idea that OCD might be a thing that I have.

Thank you for your input, it is genuinely helpful to hear from someone who's experienced it that the things I'm identifying as red flags, are infact red flags, and not just me being over anxious.

#thanks for the ask! #but yeah I do need to talk to someone who at least kind of gets Paganism #because as I've been doing research on diagnostic criteria I've been realizing that a lot of my intrusive thoughts are religious in nature #but like... specifically in a Pagan way if that makes sense #when I looked up Paganism and OCD all I was able to find on it was one Reddit thread #But that one thread was like Very Relatable #so I think finding a mental health specialist who gets the religious stuff is very important for me #and that is - unfortunately- not a small lift when you belong to a minority religion that most people don't take seriously