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venusexpress27 · 4 months
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proinsiascassius · 6 months
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why is there barely any fandom for american gods and preacher (amc)… tumblr should love this shit… where are all of you.
if you like supernatural or good omens or any of those little gay religion tumblr shows IM BEGINGGG YOU TO WATCH PREACHER AND AMERICAN GODS
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risaparadise · 7 months
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I found out about this show the old fashioned way (a mutual obsessed over it for a month and I absorbed it by osmosis)
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transjarlaxle · 2 years
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wake up preacher fandom ill not be elaborating
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casualmusicenjoyer · 1 year
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I really love the tragedy of Cassidy. He was a scared young man dragged into the water and attacked by a monster and turned into a vampire. After the pain of death and rebirth and the shock of becoming a monster wore off he did what vampires do in a lot of media; use immortality to better yourself, become intelligent and wealthy and live a luxurious life…but you are immortal now and these days drag for you and it becomes tedious and boring. So, he left that life and quickly began thrill seeking, he abandoned his family to chase thrills through danger and sex and drugs and alcohol and as we see in the show he is constantly putting himself in physical risks because he does not give a fuck about himself, he doesn’t care if he lives or dies. He’s depressed and miserable and he hates what he is, but he loves Jesse and he loves Tulip and for them he will live and pine and stick with them until they no longer have room for him as they grow older and start a family of their own.
He is content and happy to finally embrace death long after Jesse and Tulip have grown old and died and after he has met their now adult daughter and seen that she is doing fine and certainly has no need for chaos in her rather normal life.
So, Cassidy’s death is a relief and it’s beautiful and it’s sad but his life had always been a living Hell that he spent so wasted he couldn’t remember half of it.
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grrrenadine · 2 years
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mindful-of-ideas · 2 years
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Inspired by the song Hell’s Comin’ with Me by Poor Man’s Poison because I feel like this song just really fits Jesse
As he raised his fist before he spoke / I am the righteous hand of God / And I am the devil that you forgot
You turned the corner trying to steady your pace. You needed to find a bar soon or you would completly lose it. It wasn’t so much that your wanted to get drunk. It was more about finding someplace loud enough that you wouldn’t hear your own thoughts anymore. Did they really expected you to do that? Could you even do it?
You were about to crossed the street when you heard a man screaming from the bar you just passed. That should do it. You quickly turned around and sneaked into the bar. You couldn’t stay long. You needed to get out of this town as soon as possible. You had just finished a job and people could still come after you, but this new task was forcing you to take a break to at least refocus before going on.
You sat down and asked the bartender for a drink. He promptly ignored you and went back to serving what looked like a bunch of rowdy cowboys. So much for getting drunk. You looked around trying to find a way to maybe sneak behind the bar or find someone who could order something for you. The man you heard screaming from the street was still there. You couldn’t get a good look from where you were sitting but he seemed to be arguing with someone else. You shifted on your seat trying to get a look a his face.
“Oh shit…” you mutterd.
That was Jesse Custer. Probably the only person you shouldn’t be bumping into right now. The first time you met him, you your both going after the same guy. You didn’t remember exactly who he was but you were giving the task to steal some of his personal information and kill him while Jesse only had to kill him. You couldn’t do it. Killing someone was not something you could bring yourself to do. Jesse on the other hand, he was more than fine with killing someone. And he did, right in front of you, after you got what you were coming for. Then, every now and then, you would end up in the same town doing different jobs and would occasionally see each other, grab lunch together or something. He would be the right person to bump into right now if, and only if, he didn’t do a complete 180 with his career. What was it, that you were told? He decided to become a priest… no a preacher, in some remote town in the middle of no where. A preacher, right when you were about to decide if you would kill your father or not. This was the worse kind of luck. You were about to leave when Jesse raised his fist.
“I am the rightgeous hand of God!” he sceramed at the face of the man he’s been arguing with.
“And I’m an atheist!” screamed the bartender, “So either you buy something else or you get the fuck out of my bar!”
The argument went on for another minute before Jesse made his way to the bar and sat right beside you. Whatever Jesse was doing now, it definetly wasn’t being a preacher. He maybe looked like one but screaming like that, that was the old Jesse. That was a scarier version of the Jesse you once knew. It would probably be best to avoid him and get out as quickly as possible. You tried your best to act casual but considering that you still didn’t have a drink, it didn’t really work.
“Y/N?”, he suddenly asked, “Y/N? What are you doing here, it’s been like what…”
“Hi, Jesse”, you said cutting him off, “I don’t really have the time to talk right now, I have to go actually.”
You got up from your seat and headed for the door. As you passed in front of Jesse, he got ahold of your arm and jerked you back towards him.
“That’s no way to treat an old friend”, he said smiling, “Come on, you have five minutes to spare, I’m sure.”
You sat back down and he let go of your arm. You couldn’t meet his eyes. You were right, he had changed. Yes he could be rude and lack manners, but grabbing your arm like that was way out of line even for him. You couldn’t meet his eyes and instead just looked down at your arm wondering if bruises would appear tomorrow.
“Bartender, bottle of whiskey”, he said smiling, “Is everything okay Y/N? You look… concerned.”
“Yeah, I’m fine”, you said, still not looking up,”I’m just busy, you know. And I do really have to go.”
“Now wait just a second, I know that look. If you need help you just have to ask” he said, lifting up your chin.
You swatted his hand away.
“I’m fine, I said!” you said getting up again and rushing to the door.
But once again, you were stopped before you could even take two steps. A gun pointed right between your eyes made you freeze. You closed your eyes. That was it. You should’ve skipped town before stopping to think. This was the consequences of your own actions.
“Drop the gun”, said Jesse in a low humming voice, “I said. Drop. It.”
You heard the gun fall on the ground. You opened your eyes again quickly enough to see Jesse punch the man in the face. There was still two other men pointing their gun at your face. You took a step back bumping into Jesse chest.
“Drop it and leave”, he said in that same low voice.
The men promptly let go of their guns and exited the building. You started shaking against Jesse. Maybe it was the adrenaline of almost dying wearing off but what Jesse just did left you terrified.
“Did you forget I used to be a devil”, he whispered in your ear while wrapping an arm around you, “I’m not going to hurt you Y/N. Can you move?”
You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. You almost died just seconds ago. Jesse had some weird power that could what, force people to do what he wanted. And on top of that you still didn’t know what to do about your father. They wanted you to kill him. How could you do that.
“They want me to kill my father”, you finally said in a whisper.
“Y/N”, Jesse said, spinning you around, “You play in the big league, do you think they only sent three guys after you? No, right? I know a place, you’ll be safe there. You’ll stay with me and my friends for a while. Tulip! You remember Tulip? She’s there, we’ll take care of you for a while. But we need to get out now. Can you run?”
“Jesse…”
“Can you?”
If you said no, he was going to use that power on you. That was the only option. But you felt frozen in place. How could you possibly run right now. Your head was spinning.
“Yes!”, you finally said.
“Then run!”
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just-a-sketchbook · 6 months
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“Cass?” “Yea?” “I wanna try something, alright?” Tulip's voice comes out as steady as ever, but nervous somehow, too thin. “Anything, love.” Tulip straddles him, bare thighs hot through his ratty jeans, and he's too surprised to react, apart from automatically turning the TV off.
Hi! Have another random Preacher one-shot, smutty this time :)
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zombielovescore · 11 months
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Whoops. I have fallen back into Preacher hell.
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venusexpress27 · 4 months
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gleafer · 4 months
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Another heartbroken goth I adore. Siiiigh❤️❤️❤️
Cassidy lovesick for Tulip (Preacher Tv Series)
Excellent vampire lore in this show, by the way.
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heartin3s · 3 days
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Well, I’ve known a few Tulips in my time. And a handful of Daisys, and a single Rose.
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Astarion drawn in these Cassidy fits WHEN
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sad-endings-suck · 1 year
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i love characters with deep gravelly voices or strong proud noses. i love characters with messy curls, wide-set downturned eyes, and clumsy slow walking gaits. i love characters who’s clothes always seem to be expensive but dirty; who’s skin is marked with sunburn and scars and freckles and acne and windburn. i love characters that are tall and angular or short and round. i love characters that have cupid’s bows, and oval faces and long calloused fingers. i love characters that always wear a good pair of bright red gloves or that one odd patchwork hat. i love characters that have crooked yellow-ish teeth, but who have the best smile. i love it when characters have actual distinct physical traits instead of just being as conventionally attractive as possible.
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lulu2992 · 8 months
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🤔🤔
Sources: Joseph Seed - Dominic Cooper
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