Maybe the problem with Christian fiction is that it's non-denominational. People are just "Christian", with no effort put into showing what practicing that religion looks like for them specifically. No indication that there are other Christians who could have different beliefs. No wrestling with differing ideas and the struggle of how one should live out their Christian faith. And that makes it unrealistic and unrelatable.
DO NOT COMPARE CAESAR TO ELON MUSK HE DOESN'T DESERVE THAT we can come with a Bastille day tumblr celebration or smth, but Caesar was killed by a bunch of old rich men lmao (and his adopted son, et tu brute - cit. Jared Padalecki). this isn't exactly a win for the working people.
Yeah yeah he did war crimes and got too drunk on power, but at least he didn't have an hentai addiction is what I mean
house md wildest show on earth. a main character outright assassinates a known dictator, a moment that would be the very beginning or the mid-series crisis in any other show - an act which creates a power vacuum in a foreign nation already filled with child soldiers and genocide, and it's literally only brought up again throughout the season because that guy's wife divorces him over it. and occasionally to explore his relationship with who he is as a person and a catholic after having deliberately taken a life for what he calculates as the greater good, but mostly it's about his divorce
it is healing to come onto this blog and see basic respect for diasbility after being in other corners of the fandom and reading the words “snowkit could never be a warrior because he wouldnt know what anything is. he wouldnt even know what a clan is because nobody could explain it to him” said in full seriousness
Im..... That statement is so ableist I cannot even imagine the worldview you'd need to have in order to come up with that.
They really think the only way anyone learns anything is through verbal-speaking-words-noises? No one has ever observed something before? Not even once?
This is beyond touching grass, this person just fell out of the fucking Jurassic Period when all they had was ferns and stegosaurs.
I just...
OH YES. I remember my first day of Society Lessons as a hearing person, where the everything was explained to me. Via Audiobook. FIRST they spoke and said, "you are standing on the ground." It was a life changing revelation, and the world began to spin.
But it did not stop.
THEN they said, "there are fingers on your hands." The sensation of flesh and bone crackling into existence is indescribable, but I did not yet know pain, until they told me, "that hurts." I began screaming immediately.
And yet... it continued.
They explained so much. Chairs. Tables. Walls. The sky. Frogs. Ionizing radiation. Breathing. I was told all of it, in one sitting, and only then did I understand. Only when my ears were bursting with normal hearing knowledges, did they begin... my final test.
A strange wall-chair-finger emerged from the sky-of-the-wall, stood on the ground several times, until it was in front of me. A second one came behind it, this one slimmer. The audiobook gave these things names;
Human. Father. Mother. Door. Walking. It was completely impossible to know what these things were until that very moment.
I watch a human dip a hook into water and produce a fish, and I recall my Society Lessons where they called that "fishing." I am decked in the face by a nefarious hooligan, and I have only the audiobook to thank when I know I have been "punched" by a "bad guy." It was only the magic of verbal-speaking-words-noise that made me understand that there are "other people" and that they "do stuff."
Sometimes, even, in "groups."
Before the Society Lessons Audiobook, I knew nothing. I was pure, innocent, uncorrupted by concepts such as "parents" and "door." I am grateful every day that there is no such concept as "being shown things" or "simple logical reasoning" or "looking."
Blessed be those amongst us who escape the horrors of the Society Lessons Audiobook. I pray that you never learn what anything is. Be free! Free as a bird, which also knows nothing and famously cannot learn. 🤗
DEAF/HOH FOLLOWERS I'm losing my mind do you want me to bump a 'Hearing Disabilities Herb Guide' to the top of my priorities? Something you can use to bludgeon whackadoodles like that. This is ridiculous
Obviously not a MEDICINE guide but like; common causes of hearing disability in clan cats. Accommodations for hearing loss vs congenital deafness. Actual difficulties of not having that sense Clan-by-Clan. Debunking of misconceptions like... not being able to learn APPARENTLY.
My mother's family is an old, rural northern New England farm family, and when my maternal grandparents were first married, they moved in together in my grandfather's family's farmhouse that was over 200 years old and one big hodegpodge of centuries-old building code violations held together with twine, duct tape and prayers. And with this farmhouse came a farm with some assorted animals.
Including a decent-sized paddock of sheep.
Now, every winter, they lost some sheep. Some to sickness, some to cold, some to coyotes and other predators. But in the winter up here, the ground freezes solid for months, so there wasn't much they could do to bury the carcasses. Instead, Gramps would carry them out to the far corner of the field and stack them up in a pile against the fence to freeze solid, until the thaw came in spring and something could be done.
Over the course of the winter, snow would fall, and the grisly dead-sheep-pile would be covered in a nice concealing blanket of white.
For a while.
There's a moment, that my grandmother would retell from this early era of their marriage, that has been crystallized in my family with repeated retellings: One balmy March morning, Gramps stood in the kitchen, looking out through the window over the sink while sipping his black pour-over coffee (brewed strong enough to kill God). My Gramps was a man of few words, but when he did talk, it was low, slow, and to the point. Looking out over the field and its diminishing snow pile, he calmly observed to my Gram:
"Spring's a-comin'.
Snow's melting off the sheep."
...And to this day in my family, some sixty-odd-years later, we still joke that the snow is melting off of the proverbial dead sheep when the first spring thaw hits and the crocuses start to peak up with the first signs up spring.
saw a post the other day, can't remember if it was tumblr or reddit, but it was like 'picky eaters are always characterized as only eating fries and chicken nuggets. what about us picky eaters who only like things like sushi and tiramisu, we exist'
random thought bc I've been listening to Six on repeat: the queens claim that the only reason they're remembered is because of Henry, but would Henry be one of the most iconic and well-known English monarchs if not for them?
what dish from another country do you think norway loves? 🧑🍳
This is definitely not influenced by any of my own preferences 👀 But anything with seafood is a win with Norway, and I can see him going back and forth between seafood paella and fish n chips as his fave foreign foods ✨
once again need all the "medieval fantasy" fans out there to understand that by many historical opinions, the War of the Roses began AFTER the medieval period
"medieval" is a whole lot older than most of yall realize and i'm begging yall to look at a timeline before you start calling things "medieval fantasy"
One fun fact about me is that I played the demo of The Beekeeper's Picnic by @beekeeperspicnic and it's brought me nearly to tears several times just out of pure like. sentimentality?? affection for these two men and this very specific little world they inhabit? my foolish heart that's been stuck on Sherlock Holmes for going on ten years now? idk man idk
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: England/Portugal (Hetalia), Wales/Portugal (Hetalia), France/Scotland (Hetalia), England & France (Hetalia)
Characters: England (Hetalia), Portugal (Hetalia), Wales (Hetalia), Scotland (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), Female Ireland (Hetalia), Northern Ireland (Hetalia)
Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Modern Era, Miscommunication, Personal Growth, Adulting is hard, Romantic Comedy, (maybe not much of a comedy)
Summary:
Arthur didn’t need dates, or boyfriends, or long-term stable relationships. He didn’t need a handsome bloke on his arm to take to meet his siblings, and he absolutely didn’t envy his brother and sister for having that. No, in fact not only did he not need a boyfriend, he didn’t even want one. His life was perfectly fine as it was.
steve harrington whose family is originally from massachusetts but nobody knows, until eddie is the one to figure it out when steve gets a cocky little smirk on his face when he's flirting with eddie at work
There is one thing and one thing only that Matthew holds resentment towards his brother about
It's not about Alfred being the world's only superpower. Not about Alfred's wealth. Not about Alfred clearly being Arthurs preferred son. Not even that Francis has historically always seeming gravitated towards being Alfred's mentor. All those things he can live with or has learned to live with.
The thing that he holds the most resentment about? Alfred uses 5 in 1 Irish Spring and Dial bar soap yet has prefect hair and skin. All while Matthew spends thousands of dollars every year on expensive hair care and skincare products in the never-ending battle to get his acne prone skin and fly-away soft curly hair under control.
And to make matters worse, the Dial soap is actually a new addition to Alfred's routine. He was finally convinced to stop using homemade wood ash soap in the late 70s.