Hm . Really feeling that "I never feel like I can be my full self around anyone without fear of being othered." I can't be gay around my irl friends I've known for years with whom I go to church with and I can't be Christian around my internet friends. I don't want to be hate-crimed and I don't want to be lumped in with the hate-crimers. My friend's dad has a maga mug and my other friend said that the idea that someone would pray for them makes them feel sick. I just want to love others and be loved. Why's the world gotta be so complicated
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Rewatching season 2 and Aziraphale doesn't even want to leave until Metatron brings up Crowley like he straight up says he doesn't want to go. It's not till he brings up that he and Crowley can work together without it being an issue that he even thinks about it and even then he's so reluctant to leave even after all he says to Crowley he tells Metatron he can't leave his book shop. Aziraphale doesn't WANT to leave not his bookshop and certainly not Crowley (along with assuming being an angel would make Crowley happier, like the second the Metatron brings up Crowley being an angel I know the memory of him happily creating stars popped into his head) he thinks going is the right thing to do. Aziraphale's mindset in this is just absolutely devastating because he's so convinced that heaven is the good guys and that going there would be good despite wanting nothing more than to stay on earth with his silly little records and magic and the person he loves. Like he's going against his very being by making this choice.
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The problem I continue to have with this show is that as much as I love Johnny and Miguel’s relationship, it continues to come at the expense of Robby. And while this obviously creates Tension and Drama like you want in a tv show, there has failed to be any actual narrative acknowledgment that that is the cause of the tension and drama. And I don’t mean that there’s no acknowledgement of Robby and Miguel’s rivalry because like. Duh. But lately the show frames it as though the only problem is that Robby and Miguel are at odds, and once they finally become friends they can all be one big happy family with Johnny and live happily ever after. But Robby and Miguel’s contempt for each other was never the problem. It was Johnny’s inability to juggle the responsibilities of parenting his son while also being there for Miguel. Which is inadvertently what actually caused Miguel and Robby to dislike each other so much in the first place.
And I think that’s why I’m so just. Annoyed. Because they chose to characterize Johnny this way! They chose to make him an incredibly flawed person, and father in particular. And narratively and thematically that was a good and compelling choice! I mean, it was quite literally the foundation of the entire show. But more and more every season they’ve been outsourcing all of the legwork of Johnny’s redemption onto the characters around him. And if this is Johnny’s redemption story as they claim—if you want to create this flawed tragic character and then redeem him—then just do that. Commit to it! Don’t create a flawed character and then blame everyone around him for his problems, especially not the two kids who’ve been most affected by his faults and failings.
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literally every fanfiction about trauma ever: small baby is hurt oh no:((( they cry dotn move too fast or try to high five them:(((( someone hug them theyre small and a baby!!! theyre numb to it all except when they have a panic attack over nothing !!! sad little babbyyyyy:((((((
meanwhile me when i get triggered: snapping at everyone, mocking people, venting and unable to process feelings, yells, curses at people, fucking hits things
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before i started my deity work with Aphrodite i prayed to her to make me look like my best self and the day after that my hair started to curl randomly (i have no one in the family with curly hair) and i came out as genderfluid and i still was skeptical
then she gave me so many signs
i literally smelled apple chupa chups when i fell asleep (i didnt have anything apple scented in my room and the window was closed)
i was getting angel numbers constantly
i found a literal shell necklace when i went to throw the trash out
and i was still like "nah cus what if its a misunderstanding"
my soulmate was like "bitch youre so oblivious shes literally calling to you about your cars extended warranty"
and so i asked "if Aphrodite is reaching out to me please show me yourself in my dreams"
AND GUESS WHAT
i dreamed about watching a youtube video called "working with Aphrodite: deity work 101" and there was such a beautiful woman in the video she had a dark skin and long black wavy hair and very thick eyebrows and plump lips and i woke up and i was like "wow she was so pretty" and i was STILL skeptical cus i was like "nah maybe its just because i was thinking about her so much" and my soulmate was FED UP with my dumb bitch shit
and so it was time to do a deity spread because you know maybe its okay and if not then well
and i found a deity spread (i now make my own)
i pulled the card
it was nine of pentacles
i checked the deities associated with the card
"oh, thats random"
another deity spread
the strenght
"oh its the same deity"
ok i think somethings not adding up
and then i researched Bastet
"hmm cats yes, oh dancing,hmmm yeah okay"
and i looked at past me crying randomly because i got the urge to get a cat
and i looked at past me smelling incense randomly
and i looked at past me getting literal signs from her for as long as i could and i was like
"oh my god im so sorry i didnt know"
and so i started my deity work with both of them the same night
past me is stupid, oblivious and made mistakes but past me got me to now where i have a happy established relationship with my goddesses and im forever thankful for that
their altars at first were just sitting on my plant shelf
it was messy
Bastet only had my old silver cat statue, my cat tarot deck (which btw shows her character perfectly) and some tigers eye and tourmaline
Aphrodite only had some rose quartz a drawing of her that i made and a pale pink candle
now we're here and their altars are always full of food offerings to the point i had to upgrade their space to the shelf above
they still share an altar but theyre both okay with it
so uh yeah
just wanted to share this weird story of how i started
(then Aphrodite invited Apollo to my space who helped me a lot with my trauma, then i reached out to Dionysus and Marzanna and now we're here 5 ancient gods sitting in my room watching me read gay fanfiction at night)
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