Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
how is their relationship with their family
what are their beliefs, if they have any
what is their motivation (preferably something unrelated to their love interest/romantic feelings)
who were they raised to be vs. who they became/are becoming
what are their plans for the future, if they have any
how they feel about themselves and how it affects their behaviour
how do they feel about things they cannot control
and last but not least: Why is This Character the Protagonist??
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Our sweetness and our hope
merry christmas to the people who have to pretend to be someone they’re not for their families, who don’t have family to celebrate with, who have bad past experiences with the holiday, who are having a rough year and just want to reach the end of it, who couldn’t afford gifts this year and feel guilt over it. merry christmas to everyone but especially those of you who are feeling down.
you punch nazis!
(requested by anonymous)
can you reblog a two-part post in the correct order?
If there's one thing I hate, it's when conservative Christians use their subpar understanding of the Bible to justify bigotry and hatred.
If there's ANOTHER thing I hate, it's when atheist spew the same rhetoric.
Just Because You're An Atheist! It Doesn't Mean You Inherently Have Good Biblical Literacy!
Obviously it's great that you don't believe the same bigotry and hatred as the conservative Christians... however, you're still agreeing with their understanding of God?
You still are not putting the Bible into it's cultural and historical context! There are plenty of things in the bible that do not and should not be applied to the context of today.
When you agree that the Christian God hates queer people, trans people, supports slavery and genocide. Guess what? That helps absolutely no one.
You aren't smart because you are incapable of separating the church as an institution (that has 100% caused harm) and the core values of what Christianity actually is (LOVE THY NEIGHBOUR!).
When you say that God hates gay people from your atheist perspective, I understand that isn't a bother to you as you don't believe in God. When queer Christians who DO believe in God AND have queer, religious trauma hear that, it's so hurtful and insensitive.
You are simply spitting the same harmful rhetoric as the conservative Christians, but without the belief in God.
I say, "Ableism is bad." You say, "Ableists all live in their mom's basements and don't contribute anything to society!"
I say, "Misogyny is bad." You say, "Fuck all men."
I say, "Homophobia is bad." You say, "All religious people should be shot in the streets."
I say, "Racism is bad." You say, "White people are the devil."
I say, "Murder is bad." You say, "I hate any idiotic bitch who disagrees with this."
I say, "Body shaming is bad." You say, "Everyone who disagrees is ugly and has small dick energy."
I say, "Fascism is bad." You say, "Yeah, kill all nazis!"
Go, go and meditate on why these things are wrong and don't come back until you arrive at the answer.
Uh, this is probably important. You all matter. You're all beautiful. It's fine to be hurt and messed up from time to time, but there are people who love you. Even if you don't love yourself, they love you. You matter more than you'll ever know. You're beautiful. Internet stranger who may be reading this, you matter. So, uh, Internet hug to all of you reading this, to all of you who need to learn that you will always matter and that you are loved by at least one person. You matter, and you are not unlovable. You are worth it.
I work in an ER and we see suicides all the time. And we get at least 3 suicidal ideations a night. We all care about you. I promise, we do. A team of complete strangers who have worked 3+ 12 hour shifts this week who are being screamed at all day and night and probably haven’t had lunch and trust me, we still love you and care about you.
We had a 16 year old patient last night who we couldn’t save. We were in that room with this patient for over an hour, we did everything we could. And let me tell you, we all cried. The EMT’s, the nurses, the doctor. We all huddled together in the doctors dictation room and cried.
I went through the rest of my shift with smudged mascara and tracks on my cheeks.
I remember the names of all the patients that have taken their lives on my shifts.
I remember squeezing the hands, smoothing the hair, kissing the foreheads, and wiping away the blood and the vomit of every patient that has left me too soon.
I can still see every face that I have zipped into a body bag.
Trust me, someone cares about you. You have never met them yet. You don’t ever think about them. They are never remembered when you talk about heroes and role models.
But someone loves you.
I go by he/him, call me Micah! Minor, student, and professional procrastinator.
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