#meek and mild

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

"The totalitarian concept of the afterlife: The hideous idea doesn’t even occur in the violent, rape and genocide filled books of the Jewish bible. There’s no punishment of the dead. When god has destroyed your tribe and had your virgins and your children murdered in front of you, and had your flocks and herds scattered and so on, and you also fall down to a bronze sword, he’s done with you. The earth can close over you. That’s it. You tangled with the wrong tribe, the one he favored. Not until gentle Jesus, meek and mild, are you told: – If you don’t make the right propitiations you can depart into everlasting fire – One of the most wicked ideas ever preached, and one that’s ruined the lives and peace of mind of many, many children preached to them by vicious, child hating old men and women, in the name of this ghastly cult, which we’re met here to discuss tonight." -- Christopher Hitchens

Threatening violence if you don't get what you want is literally extortion

extortion | ikˈstôrSH(ə)n, ekˈstôrSH(ə)n | noun the practice of obtaining something, especially money, through force or threats.

At least the mob boss leaves once he has your kneecaps broken.

[lunarharp]

thingies

[phoukanamedpookie]

ATLA fandom, please remember why canon!Zuko was groundbreaking representation for Asian men in American media challenge 2k24.

[maledepravityarchive]

bro you know whats fucked up... their epic gnc lesbian swag is literally being erased rn. and its just another man doing all of the cool shit again. like thats fucked up. theyre literally erasing women.

[good--merits-accumulated]

tfw you take your eyes off your homework for one second and suddenly you're seven pages deep into the anderperry italian renaissance au you promised yourself you'd never write

(it's a oneshot, so it's fine! right? right?)

[omg-hellgirl]

Angie Bowie with Cyrinda Foxe at Max's Kansas City, 1973.

This is so wild! Jagger's women could never.

[unohanadaydreams]

I encountered these two kids last weekend that reacted how I imagine the average shinigami would to being mildly scolded by a Gotei 13 captain and I can't stop thinking about how some of them don't even realize how terrifying that must be for the everyday rank and file while other's most certainly realize and wield that knowledge with varying degrees of responsibility.

For some captains, this isn't worth pondering on (Mayuri), but for others (Hitsugaya, Ukitake, Kaname, ect) it's interesting to think of what fail safes they have (if any) when it comes to punishment befalling someone they critique or scold, just by virtue of them--a captain--being the one to do so.

Like, does 12th seat get free reign to make that random shinigami's life one of penance because Ukitake taicho noticed some unfavorable behavior? If not, what are the fail safes? Where do they lie? Division to division? Court guard wide? Or is the only hope for recourse that some brave soul brings it above 12th seat's head? (Which I imagine would not be looked upon favorably since even in corp. USA going above someone's head is usually frowned upon but like Gotei 13 certainly doesn't have a fucking HR to bounce over--instead of above--to).

The random schlubs of the Gotei 13, I have been thinking about you this week.

[spynorth]

Asking if someone thinks their female muse is too ‘aggressive’ when all she does is stand up for herself and not take shit is … truly something.

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

Looks at the pre-constant wigfrid tea,,, also looks at how things might go if they ever do go out of the constant,,,,

adelaide (her hc real name for those who are new here) went through an entire metamorphosis from her time in the real world, to first entering the constant, to when she actually became wigfrid as we know her today. however, just because they're 'different people' doesn't mean that you can't see flickers of one in the other, or vice versa.

where there are some people (her audience, mainly) who adelaide would bend to the whims of almost immediately, beyond that she had a surprisingly strong spine. it took a lot of effort and will to claw her way to the position she had, and she did all of that on her own. it stands to reason you'd learn to stand your ground on most things (again, audience) after long enough of that.

however, um. the thing abt adelaide is that. she hates herself. and wigfrid loves herself. which makes it pretty difficult to share a lot of qualities with adelaide, when remembering adelaide too deeply makes you loose your damn mind. it's why wigfrid needs to keep the persona up. really, it's far thinner than most of the survivors would expect it to be… beyond having a better survival instinct and speaking without the accent, wigfrid reverting back to her old self wouldn't really change her by an astronomical amount.

If she were forced to go back to the real world… forced to be adelaide again. i think all of it would feel like a fever dream. i don't think she would really know how to be adelaide anymore- how to be anyone other than the persona she spent so long crafting. she's spent far too long conforming to a script to go off-book now. i think it would turn her into a paranoid recluse honestly

[likeabxrdinflight]

I'm gonna find a way to shoehorn Mary into this good omens fic if it kills me

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

“No, the character of Jesus in the Gospels was not the wisest and kindest of beings - he is actually quite loathsome and rarely gives anything but really bad advice.”

-- Richard Carrier

[pathologising]

Very funny how I never mentioned or implied anything about meek and mild victim profiles and you just pulled that out of nowhere. Also explain “violation of the rights of others” then, if that’s not an abusive behaviour. Blame the vagueness of the criteria you worship. Also you’re the one who’s pathologising abuse and criminal behaviour. You’re going around pretending your personality is configured in such a way that you’re forced to do these behaviours. ASPD isn’t real

I don't think you understand how personality disorders work, how people can recover from them, how they exist on a spectrum, or like psychology in general I'm like seeing some fringe belief that's anti psychology as a whole

[hollowsart]

If Acadia and Ock could become allys after she helps him,,,,, 🥺

I like to think I have a relationship with my villains similar to The Flash with Trickster from [this wonderful clip].

Adopted the Sinister Six as family, Adrian/Vulture is my grandpa, he's really cool. :)

They still do bad but it's ok it's fine, I'm there to help talk to them and listen! Or more, depends, really.

So in a way, yes. Me and my Doc Ock are allies! ✨️💖✨️

...

Adopted all in the Sinister Six except Otto for reasons I'm too shy and embarrassed to admit, but you can probably work out 🙈👉👈

[magicmagica]

Some serial killer level bullshit omfg

[arendelve]

ugh why are work fucking me around. now I have to go assert myself to my managers, my least favourite thing to do

[ageofstarkey]

yes, really ✰ m. riddle

prompt: “i knew you’d be here”

summary: you’re drawing in the astronomy tower to clear your head & mattheo finds you

pairing/dynamic: best friend!mattheo x reader, mutual pining but they don’t really talk about it???? just two oblivious besties in love w each other

warnings: mentions of smoking (cigarettes), very very mild innuendo?? not even??? idk i think that’s pretty much it

note: i’m actually very happy with this one (i think) so i hope y’all enjoy :) i’m still planning on working on some requests, but i just wanted to start w something cute n fun while i had the inspo

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“can’t sleep?”

in other circumstances, you might’ve been startled - but you recognize the voice in a second.

mattheo stands just inches away from you - the scuffed toes of his black chucks nearly touching your own.

with a soft little sigh, you set aside your sketchbook. “no. what about you?”

mattheo shrugs, before moving to sit beside you. “haven’t even bothered to try yet.” he slides down the wall, letting his long legs sprawl in front of him. then - with his thigh pressed up against your own, he begins fishing around in his jacket pocket. you watch him curiously, lips quirking upwards in understanding when he produces a familiar gold zippo and a pack of smokes.

even though it’s a miserably cold night, the heat of mattheo’s leg against your own is enough to make you dizzy. in a vain attempt to calm your quickly beating heart, you draw your legs up against your chest, before wrapping your arms around them. you watch as mattheo slots a cigarette between his lips, letting your cheek fall against your knees. “you know those are bad for you, right?”

he offers you a familiar little grin, cigarette bobbing between his lips as he responds. “i had no idea.”

you roll your eyes, bumping your shoulder against his. “you should quit.”

“maybe you should pick it up.”

a quiet little giggle slips past your lips. “could you imagine me smoking?”

mattheo laughs softly as he exhales, and you pretend not to notice how he blows the smoke away from you. “not really.” he takes another slow drag, and you watch distractedly as the cherry illuminates his handsome features. “it’d be hot though.” he says the words casually, through a mouthful of smoke, and your cheeks suddenly feel like they’re on fire.

“mattheo!”

he shrugs with his lips tugged upwards in an infuriating smirk. “what?”

you roll your eyes fondly, suddenly unable to look at anything but your shoes. “you are such an arse.”

for a few moments, the two of you slip into a comfortable silence. while mattheo finishes his half-smoked cigarette, you gaze distractedly up at the stars. eventually, you grow tired of the quiet - opting to ask the question you’d been mulling over since he turned up in front of you. “why’d you come up here, anyways?”

mattheo’s quiet for a second and your mind races anxiously in wait. then, he stubs out the end of his cigarette with a shrug. “i knew you’d be here.”

your heart aches fondly in your chest. “really?”

another shrug, and then he’s turning to you with this soft little smile that seems to be reserved for you and you alone. “yes, really.”

he says it as if it’s obvious - maybe it is - and you can hardly contain your stupid little giggle. “oh.”

“oh?” mattheo’s eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, but his knowing-grin never wavers.

it’s your turn to shrug - you’re not sure if you can bring yourself to do anything more at this point.

he bumps his shoulder against yours, leaning in to look at you. “is it a good “oh” at least?”

he’s being awful on purpose and you pretend to hate it. with a meek little nod, you finally meet his eyes. “it’s a good “oh””

mattheo grins, dropping his arm across your shoulders. “good.”